Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

with the storms clearing to leave the weekend warm and sunny.
That's all very well, but a big wanger is no use
if you carry on wi' this caper.
Just a minute.
You've been working too hard.
Gerald, me lad, you're gonna be famous down job club.
Aye.
- What's all this? - It's them Chippendale efforts.
and stupid cow here thought you were out looking for a job!
Ever been out with a black bloke?
He's not allowed, is he?
- So it's true. - I've bloody had enough of this.
- Gerald, you're missing the rumba. - Sorry, I just met some pals from... work.
At work.
Sheffield leads the way in town planning.
Come on, love.
Told you. Rubbing pipes' that's all.
- Yeah? - Yeah, me an' all.
Security-camera tapes off the from desk.
Not even if I wanted to.
- Dad! - Come on, Gaz, I'm freezing.
Fuck!
Auntie Jean's busy.
Phwoar! Them bloody muscles!
There's the beggar.
Hey, Patricia the Stripper!
We got this int' jumble, like, to say sorry.
Listen. I'm gonna get really annoyed with you.
Oh, no.
- It's so obvious. - No, I were with Gaz, honest.
Ladies, we are strippers, aren't we?
Oh, well, I may as well not bother.
It's souped-up tango, is that. Teach any bugger in a week. Even you, mate.
You what?
Don't get your clothes dirty, do you?
Ah, Hot Chocolate! Now we're talking!
Yeah?
- Keep up, you fat bastard! - Gazza, you tosser!
We're bloody on!
Things looking up?
Why would I want anyone else?
Look... Excuse me, can I borrow this for a second?
"Hot stuff".
- I found this wandering about outside. - They wouldn't let me in.
You're ahead.
So, Horse, what can you do?
if you need a zimmer frame to tout it in.
'Ey, Gaz.
No decent woman would be seen dead in there.
Extincto.
They won't wait forever.
I nearly fucking drowned!
Only I couldn't, could I?
Nobody tells them Chippendales to do security. Raking it in, they are!
I used to have a proper job, me.
What if, next Friday, 400 women say: "He's too fat, he's too old,
we all step forward in a line and wave our arms around like a fairy.
Gentlemen, the lunchbox... has landed.
All those nights you were late back
Oh. Well, don't fret, gents. There's a right good laundry in Wakefield prison.
- I need an audience. - You need a doctor.
Nathe!
Listen, just think of the most boring thing you can come up with.
Get on with it!
'Ey... loan weld better than her an' all.
Tell us straight.
Chloe, I wouldn't care anything too much about Bottled Pops.
Once I'm on stage?
- You what? - The Arsenal offside trap.
watching one of our top soccer teams,
Come on, Gerald.
Well, you should have said.
You'll love skiing.
With a pair of scissors! They know it's us.