MR T OSSER. THAT DOESN'T EVEN WORK.

- IT'S MY WEAKNESS, I'M AFRAID. I'VE GOT A CELLAR.
- SO HAVE I.

- IF THAT'LL HELP THINGS.
- YES, YES.

YEAH. WE ALL SWEAT. I USED TO SWEAT LIKE A ZOO.

HOW ARE YOU? DID YOU GET MARRIED?

- MUM, I WANT MY GAMEBOY.
- EXCUSE ME. WHAT'S HIS NAME?

DON'T SMILE. YOU'VE BROKEN YOUR NECK.

- HELLO, HELLO, HELLO.
- YEAH.

IT'S WHEN PEOPLE RELIEVE THEMSELVES
ON EACH OTHER.

IT'S NOT A CRANK CALL.
WHY HAVE YOU PUT IT ON THERE?

MASSACRE. URGH! NOT PLAYING THAT AGAIN.

.."I'M ALAN PARTRIDGE".

SO...BOUNCING BACK.

SHE'S TALKING ABOUT SELLING THIS STUFF
AT THE COVERED MARKET.

PEOPLE COULD RELAX.
YOU'VE GOT YOUR PETROL, IT'S FINE.

OH, THE CAVALRY. COME ON IN.

OH, FORGET IT!

THAT'S NOT TOAST. THAT'S HOT, FLOPPY BREAD.