Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm giving you 20 quid to sit there in those spare seats.
-Where? -Just round...
they're taking up valuable space and costing him money.
Pathetic little fat man
-Here. -Cheers, mate. Oi, oi, oi! Boing!
-Oh, good. Cheers. -The wig, the glasses, the catchphrase.
What I meant was we could buy them some drinks. That's an in, isn't it?
What street!?
Pay well?
Oh, God. Look, David Bowie.
was an A&R man from Decca Records. You won't know Decca.
It's quiet and they treat you well if they recognise you.
The fat man takes his own life
What's this? You didn't tell me anything about this.
Where does he watch the show, through Dixons' window?
If you want to chase ratings, that's great.
-Oh, no. What am I talking about? Sky called. -And?
You've prepared the traditional Japanese cuisine, have you?
Didn't get round to it. Oh, no. "When The Whistle Blows.
-Can I take a picture? -Yeah.
Are you having a laugh? Is she having a laugh?
-You all right? -All right, mate? How's it going?
Yeah. Let me see them.
Let's go and sit next to David Bowie. He's not getting any hassle.
Well, no, despite what they say, the viewing figures were really good, 6.2 million.
Apparently Vernon Kay uses that.
-Not going down too well, huh? -It's getting six million viewers...
-No? -No.
-It's a wasteland. -You're on your own. I'm not made of money.
and it's due to people like that. All right?
Did he ask you to come over and say that?
I think I've got one here, actually. Sorry. Can you just hold that?
WHAT STREET!?!?
Come on. I've got more in common with David Bowie than this rabble.
Things aren't quite panning out as I'd hoped.
-I'm in a sitcom. -It's called When The Whistle Blows.
I don't know why it's your concern is what I'm...
Hello, mate, all right? How's it going? Darren Lamb, agent. Nice to meet you.
-It's him! It's him! It's Andy Millman. -All right?