Well, do something. Goodnight. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, five, four, three, two, one . . .
Now er, ahem… (firmly) now look here Mr. Frampton… it’s perfectly easy for somebody just to come along here to the BBC, simply claiming… that they have a bit to spare in the botty department… but the point is Mr. Frampton… our viewer need proof!
Oh, all right. All right! A man with nine legs.
Oh, don’t grovel! … One thing I can’t stand, it’s people groveling.
I’m just crazy about what he likes.
Well I, I think that, er, nobody who has gone abroad should be allowed back in the country. I mean, er, blimey, blimey if they’re not keen enough to stay here when they’re ‘ere, why should we allow them back, er, at the tax-payers’ expense? I mean, be fair, I mean, I don’t eat squirrels do I? I mean well perhaps I do one or two but there’s no law against that, is there? It’s a free country. I mean if I want to eat a squirrel now and again, that’s me own business, innit?
There you are, you see, he spoke his mind. He said my idea was lousy. It just so happens my idea isn’t lousy, so get out, you goddam pinko subversive, get out!
The wound!
Dead Indian!
Mr Pither, perhaps you could put in a good word for so we could join a very smart bingo club in Coronworl.
No, I am afraid we don’t own a camera.
Regards,
Shodan
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise…surprise and fear…fear and surprise… our two weapons are fear and surprise…and ruthless efficiency… Our three weapons are fear, surprise, and ruthless efficiency…and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope… Our four…no… amongst our weapons… amongst our weaponry…are such elements as fear, surprise… I’ll come in again.
Welcome to Wasp Club.
Bing tiddle tiddle bang
Bing tiddle fiddle bing
Bing fiddle fiddle tiddle tiddle
Bing fiddle tiddle tiddle BONG
Do you want to come back to my place?
Regards,
Shodan
Blimey, how time flies.
Say no more, say no more.
Algie’s here, too.
Oooh, it’s a wild night up top.
Well, you see, the thing is, I thought your son was a lady.