THEY'RE PESTS, AREN'T THEY?
YEAH. THEY CARY TB.

MR B ODDIE. THIS IS BILL ODDIE.

BANG! BLOOD DRIBBLES DOWN.

GERRY ADAMS LOOKS LIKE A DEPUTY HEADMASTER

AND THEY'LL PROBABLY LOOK BLANKLY AT YOU... HELLO?

SO JUST TO REMIND YOU OF...

NO ONE WAS SUGGESTING THEY WOULD.

HE SAID, "YOU JAMMY BASTARD"
AND I REPLIED, "DON'T BE BLUE, PETER."

ALL RIGHT. I KNOW.

I THOUGHT THAT'D THROW YOU.

THEN SONJA AND I TOOK OUR TOPS OFF AND
HAD A CUDDLE, FOLLOWED BY MINCE AND ONIONS.

- DO YOU KNOW HER?
- NO. HOW DID YOU MEET?

SLEEP WELL, MICHAEL.

IT SOUNDS BAD.

COME HERE, YOU LUCKY, LUCKY LADY.

AND YOU WEAR ONE GARMENT A WEEK ON AIR.

I, ER...

NOW, YOUR PROGRAMME...