No, it was Wolverhampton beat Leicester 3 to 1!
Well, it’s five past nine and nearly time for six past nine. On BBC 2 now it’ll shortly be six and a half minutes past nine. Later on this evening it’ll be ten o’clock and at 10.30 we’ll be joining BBC 2 in time for 10.33, and don’t forget tomorrow when it’ll be 9.20. Those of you who missed 8.45 on Friday will be able to see it again this Friday at a quarter to nine. Now here is a time check. It’s six and a half minutes to the big green thing.
Naughton is not in. Knott is in and is nought for not out. Naughton of Northants got a nasty knock on the nut in the nets last night but it’s nothing of note. Next in is Nat Newton of Notts. Not Nutring - Nutting’s at nine, er, Nutring knocked neatie nighty knock knock…
All right! We will eat the cake! They’re right. It’s… It’s too good a cake not to eat! Get the… plates and knives, Walters.
Then you will cut down the mightiest tree in the forest with…a herring!
Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians can say “Ni!” at will to old ladies. There is a pestilence upon this land, nothing is sacred. Even those who arrange and design shrubberies are under considerable economic stress in this period in history.
Lasagna, moussaka, lobster thermidor, escalopes de veau à l’estragon avec endives gratinéed with cheese.
Ni!
Hello, good evening, and welcome to Blackmail! And to start tonight’s programme, we go to Preston in Lancashire, and Mrs. Betty Teal!
Course you don’t get bloody wafers with it.
What Jesus blatantly fails to appreciate is that it’s the meek who are the problem
What’s so special about the cheesemakers?
Simon and Vivian at the front coming to the matchbox jump… three layers of matchboxes to clear… and Simon’s over and Vivian’s over beautifully, oh, and the jump of a lifetime - if only his father could understand.
Can I please speak! I came all the way from Oslo to do this program! I’m a professor of archaeology. I’m an expert in ancient civilizations. All right, I’m only five foot ten. All right my posture is bad, all right I slump in my chair. But I’ve had more women than either of you two! I’ve had half bloody Norway, that’s what I’ve had! So you can keep your Robert Eversley! And you can keep your bloody Watutsi! I’d rather have my little body… my little five-foot-ten-inch body…
Here’s Nigel… and now Gervaise is over he’s, er, Nigel is over, and it’s Gervaise, Gervaise is going to jump it, is it, no he’s jumped the wrong way, there he goes, Nigel’s over, beautifully. Now it’s only Oliver. Oliver… and Gervaise… oh, bad luck. And now it’s Kicking the Beggar.
Dear Sir, I am writing to complain about that sketch about people failing out of a high building. I have worked all my life in such a building and have never once…
Dear Sir,
I am writing to complain about that sketch about the lumberjack who wears women’s clothing. Many of my best friends are lumberjacks and only a few of them are transvestites.
Sincerely,…
And I thought you were so butch!
One of the flay rods has apparently gone out of skew on the treadle.
This is Mr. E.R. Bradshaw, of Napier Court, Black Lion Road, SE5. He cannot be seen. Now I’m going to ask him to stand up. Mr Bradshaw, will you stand up please?