IS TOUGH FOR YOU GUYS.
YOU'VE PROBABLY GOT A LOT OF QUESTIONS.
MADE LONGER BY SIMON CARRYING THE DOOR
- DID YOU WET YOURSELF?
- NO.
I'M WORRIED THIS MIGHT LOOK WEIRD.
I WENT LAST WEEKEND,
I FUCKED SOME GIRL UP THERE.
NO I WON'T,
COS IT AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN.
- DO YOU WANT TO COME MINE TOMORROW?
- I CAN'T.
IT'S VERY HARD
TO RELAX KNOWING THAT DONOVAN
- MORNING!
- NEIL, THE BACK DOOR!
WHAT?
OK, CLEVER CLOGS,
CAN I DO SOMETHING?
NO, I'M GETTING A PARTY, FOR MY 18TH.
THE PARTY, THAT'S MY PRESENT.
- YEAH, I KNOW, BUT SIMON LOVES ME TOO.
- DOES HE?
SIMON, IF YOU DON'T WANT MY HELP,
YOU'VE ONLY TO SAY.
YOU KNOW WHAT I USED
TO BE LIKE WITH THE OLD DRINK.
WHO'S GOING TO WANT TO GIVE ME
AN HAND JOB WHEN I'M A DAD?
WHO THOUGHT, "WHAT'S FASHIONABLE?
DRESSING LIKE AN UPPER-CLASS MENTAL PATIENT."
- G'DAY.
- WHAT CAN I GET YOU?
- NOT A POOF, ARE YA?
- NO.
YOU LOOK ABOUT 30!
FRIGID.
SO, WHAT HAPPENED?
I DON'T THINK I'VE EVER BEEN ON THE NET
AND NOT ENDED UP HAVING A WANK.
WELL, I'LL BE AROUND TOMORROW.