Charley waits for Brian. It's not looking good for him.
"Look at the state of the garden Bri. God almighty.That fence needs paintin' in'all. And when are you gonna do sumfink about the leakin' roof? Call yourself a man? Git in the caravan, I need a seein' to. NOW!"
"We don't talk like we used to Bri."
"That's 'cos I can't get a word in edgeways, darlin'."
"Bri are you gonna eat like that? I slave over a hot stove all day. Bri, say something. I'm not being funny or nuffink but this isn't the sort of life I wanted for myself. Bri! BRI!"
"Fetch me pipe and slippers there's a good girl."
"I'm a hen-pecked 'usband. Git me outta here."
"Stop faffing about Bri and git in 'ere you. Yer dinner's on the table."
Charley finally makes Brian pass out. Well, wouldn't you?
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