I haven't got time for chips, Glen.

This is open territory, I'm a sitting duck, I have to get out. I know. Let's go, let's go.

No-one recognises you. She's over there. OK, we'll look after her.

Come in, ladies.

Home again, home again, jiggedy jig.

Right, I'm just going to use the loo.

Right, OK. Julie. Yeah? Would you like a cup of tea?

Well, I might as well, there's bugger all else to do. Okey doke.

Squeeze my cock and call me Nancy, were you born in a barn, Glen?

Keep the door and your arse cheeks fucking tightly closed, right.

Jesus Christ that's a tiny kettle that, but you know what they say.

Where's glummy mummy? Ah, she's having a pee.

Julie, how are you doing, all right?

Yeah, I'm great. Busy, busy, busy. Lovely.

Oh, fucking hell, Malcolm.

Julie, darling, can we just have a wee word with you?

Why? What's going on?

Do you know a guy called Rob Holt?

I've never heard of him. Why? What's this about?

Well, it's just that he's one of your followers on Twitter? Twitter.

And I think that some of your...

Tweets. The tweets that you've been doing...

Yeah? They've actually been reported out there.

we're not accusing you of anything.

You look like you're accusing us of something.

You fucking sound like you are. No, no, no. I've seen Spooks.

You have treated me like a bag of shit all day.

I mean I'm a very, very patient person but I've had yous lot up to here.

I should've known not to trust yous lot when yous fucked over the Metric Martyrs.

All I was trying to do was right by my Jason, right, and if he was here now

he'd be fucking appalled by the way yous lot are carrying on.

He always said you were a useless bunch of wankers.

Oh, hello. Oh, you're back.

Excellent. Ha. Every epic needs a hero.

Put tiny kettle on, lad, I'm gasping.

Everything OK? What's, er, what's going on?