LOW QUALITY TIME.

- WHAT?! STOP TALKING BULLSHIT!
- WHO ARE THESE GIRLS YOU'VE FUCKED?

THIS AFTERNOON I SMASHED OLD DESKS
IN A SKIP AND THEN HOME AT FOUR.

NO, I'M A BIT, YOU KNOW, MY STOMACH.

NOW ALL WE HAD TO DO
WAS GET INTO THE CLUB.

NO, NEIL...

I'VE NEVER COOKED
FOR AN IMAGINARY WOMAN BEFORE.

WELL, JUST REMEMBER, IT'S WHEN YOU'RE READY,
NOT WHEN HE'S READY, OK?

SEE YOU SUNDAY!

MATURE.

FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!

- SORRY?
- ONE MORE AT THE FRONT.

I MEANT TO SAY ABOUT THAT,
COULD YOU PUT IT ON ME? IT'S SEXIER.

BETTER OUT THAN IN.

SO WHILE I GAVE MY LIVER A KICKING,

AND YOU'D KNOW BECAUSE YOU'VE
HAD SO MANY BLOW JOBS.

SO DO YOU THINK YOU
COULD FIT ONE MORE IN NOW?

THERE SHE IS. HOW DO I LOOK?

WE COULD...
START GOING CLUBBING IN LONDON.

LET THE GOOD-LOOKING BOYS
GO OUT WITH THE GOOD-LOOKING GIRLS.

OR SOPHISTICATED OR EVEN INTERESTING.
I JUST NEED YOU TO BE WILLING.

- OH, SHIT.
- FUCKING HELL! GOOD LUCK, THEN.

- WHAT ABOUT YOUR BIKE, NEIL?
- I KNOW. THE WAY HE SAID HE COULD RIDE IT

- MY BELL-END.
- BRILLIANT.