57. [Video]
[Chris is draped over a sofa in his flat looking hangover-style miserable. His collie-cross puppy, Jareth, has hopped up with him to lie half onto Chris' chest with his nose poked uncomfortably into Chris' ear for some reason. Dog reasons. Chris doesn't know he's got the video on. He just sort of flailed at the device to try and switch it over to Police Filter Audio but it didn't work.]
'll be off work again t'day. [He pauses.] S'flu. [No, it isn't, Chris.] 'll be back t'morrow.
[Another whack at the device, which doesn't turn it off but does knock it onto the floor, going black when it lands to face the floor.]
In't fair, this. Shouldn't 'ave t'still get 'angovers. [Pause.] Get your nose out of me ear.
'll be off work again t'day. [He pauses.] S'flu. [No, it isn't, Chris.] 'll be back t'morrow.
[Another whack at the device, which doesn't turn it off but does knock it onto the floor, going black when it lands to face the floor.]
In't fair, this. Shouldn't 'ave t'still get 'angovers. [Pause.] Get your nose out of me ear.