S1 E1 • Jam 1: chemotherapy wig

When dancing, lost in techno trance, arms flailing, gawky Bez. Then find you snagged on frowns, and slowly dawns: you're jazzing to the beeptone of a life-support machine that marks the steady fading of your day-old baby daughter. And when midnight sirens lead to blue-flash road mash, stretchers, covered heads, and slippy red Macadam, and find you creeping 'neath the blankets, to snuggle close a mangle bird, hoping soon you too will be freezer-drawered... Then welcome. Mmm... uu chemotherapy wig. Welcome. In Jam.

Première diffusion : 23 mars 2000

S1 E2 • Jam 2: astonishing sod ape

When roped to concrete, and noose your bauble, for car-powered head divorce. Then find your scheme all twunted by a Honda. And when all your taxi journeys come to this. Then welcome. Mmmm. Ooh, astonishing sod ape, welcome... in Jam.

Première diffusion : 30 mars 2000

S1 E3 • Jam 3: oooohmhuhhhh

When walk to work all swig-faced, six months since you clowned it up and old friends cross the street and no one pays you any heed except the dung-breathed men, who often now will pick you up and van you to the Fens to wrestle pigs. Then welcome. Mmm. Ooh-heh. Welcome. In Jam.

Première diffusion : 6 avril 2000

S1 E4 • Jam 4: arrested for copying dogs

When shaky head at local paper story of a crime git, then look again and see that he is you, this long-lens shifty bugger in a park. When every phone call destroys your life even though the phone ain't got a bloody plug. And when waking, wonder where you are and find that most of you is asking where you've gone. Then welcome. Mmm. You arrested for copying dogs, welcome in Jam.

Première diffusion : 13 avril 2000

S1 E5 • Jam 5: fussfussfussfussfussfussfuss

Première diffusion : 20 avril 2000

S1 E6 • Jam 6: born dead through your own arse

Première diffusion : 27 avril 2000