HAS YOUR MOTHER'S DEATH JUST HIT YOU?

SO DO YOU WANT US TO TAKE OUT SUE COOK FOR YOU?

BETRAY ME AND THEN KISS ME.

IT'S LIKE THE RUDYARD KIPLING POEM,
"IF". YOU KNOW THAT?

CLAWS.

- IT'S A FRIGHTENING THOUGHT.
- AYE.

HORSES RUNNING THROUGH COUNCIL ESTATES,

IF YOU WILL EXCUSE ME, ALAN?
I HAVE TO LEAVE THE DESK UNATTENDED.

(PAN PIPES PLAY)

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

DON'T CRY, EARS!
YOU'RE ON THE SIDE OF A LOVELY HEAD!

THEY WILL WITHSTAND,
AT BEST, ONE AGGRESSIVE BODY SCRUB.

SO DO YOU WANT TO HEAR SOME MORE?

THE TIMOTHY DALTON ONES?
HE DIDN'T PLAY IT AS A WELSHMAN.

ON THE LINE, WE HAVE, IF I'M NOT MISTAKEN
ROY FROM CAISTER ST EDMUND. HELLO.

- WANT A GLASS OF WINE?
- THANK YOU VERY MUCH. CHEERS.

THIS HASN'T BEEN CLEANED OUT FOR YEARS. THERE'S A
LITTLE JAPANESE SOLDIER HERE STILL FIGHTING THE WAR.

OH, THERE YOU ARE. SO WHAT DO YOU THINK?