I probably shouldn't mention this, but I will anyway. This scene is quite prophetic because such an event happened to me many years ago during my time working at H.Samuels as a stock controller. As with Dobby, the woman in question was the "tease", shall we say, and I never got round to counting how many Rolex watches we had during that stock-take evening,
It's been over a month since I last watched Peep Show, and am getting nervous twitches and a bit of cold turkey. I miss Alan's "Sausage Dog Fucker!" and Super Hans' "Take my advice: stay away from the goal end, mate. You don't wanna get thinking about that. It's like the Channel Tunnel. Lovely, it's all about your holidays, but imagine if you saw a fucking huge baby coming out of it. Never be the same again.”