SO WE HAD A CAR.

RIGHT.

FRIGID.

OH, DEAR.

WHAT? I ONLY SAID SHE WAS FIT.

IT'S A POPULARITY PARADE. IT'S JUST THE
SELF-ELECTED ATTRACTIVE PEOPLE

AND WEIRD NEIGHBOURS WAS
IT WAS MY MUM'S BARBECUE,

MUM WAS SERVING ME
UP HER SPECIALITY,

PEOPLE SAY ANNA KARENINA
BECAUSE OF MY ARISTOCRATIC ELBOW,

AND BEST OF ALL,
MY THROAT REMAINED UN-RIPPED OUT.

- BIT HARSH.
- YOU WANKERS,

- YEAH, IS IT BECKY?
- YEAH.

WE SHOULD GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER FIRST,
SHOULDN'T WE?

HELLO. >

WHAT, THEM? NO, YEAH, NO. THIS IS
DIFFERENT. THAT WAS PURELY SEXUAL.

OR IF THEY ARE, THEN THEY AREN'T REALLY.

I SHALL INVITE YOU TO THE PARTY.

- YOU DON'T KNOW?
- YEAH.

- WHAT IF HE THROWS THE TOASTER AT YOU?
- WHY WOULD HE DO THAT? WE'RE MATES.

CHRIST, I KNEW THEY WERE STUPID,
BUT CAN'T THEY EVEN DRESS THEMSELVES?

YES.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.

BECAUSE SIMON GOT US
TOTALLY FUCKING LOST.

RIGHT EVERYONE, YOUR WORK-EXPERIENCE
PLACEMENTS HAVE BEEN FINALISED.