Perhaps he was dictating?
Well, that’s about it, really. The film ends mainly visually.
He has a wife, you know. Incontinentia… Incontinentia Buttocks.
It was obvious that this joke was lethal… no one could read it and live …
I’m throwing you all out! I’m not going to have my house filled with filthy perverts.
Say no more!
Theatrical managers in this area have not been slow to appreciate the sea’s tremendous dramatic value. And somewhere, out in this bay, is the first underwater production of Measure for Measure.
Mount Everest. Forbidding. Aloof. Terrifying. The mountain with the biggest tits in the world.
It’s the legendary Black Beast of Aaarrrrggh!
It’s a joke name, sir, like “Sillius Soddus” or “Biggus Dickus.”
Well, the competitors will be off in a moment so let me just identify for you. Vivian Smith-Smythe-Smith has an O-level in chemo-hygiene. Simon-Zinc-Trumpet-Harris, married to a very attractive table lamp. Nigel Incubator-Jones, his best friend is a tree, and in his spare time he’s a stockbroker. Gervaise Brook-Hampster is in the Guards, and his father uses him as a wastepaper basket. And finally Oliver St John-Mollusc, Harrow and the Guards, thought by many to be this year’s outstanding twit.
You must be out of your tiny mind.
Bicycle Repair Man! But… How?
Malcolm Peter Brian Telescope Adrian Umbrella Stand Jasper Wednesday (pops mouth twice) Stoatgobbler John Raw Vegetable (sound effect of horse whinnying) Arthur Norman Michael (blows squeaker) Featherstone Smith (blows whistle) Northgot Edwards Harris (fires pistol, then ‘whoop’) Mason (chuff-chuff-chuff) Frampton Jones Fruitbat Gilbert (sings) ‘We’ll keep a welcome in the’ (three shots, stops singing) Williams If I Could Walk That Way Jenkin (squeaker) Tiger-drawers Pratt Thompson (sings) ‘Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head’ Darcy Carter (horn) Pussycat ‘Don’t Sleep In The Subway’ Barton Mainwaring (hoot, ‘whoop’) Smith… two.
Colin ‘Bomber’ Harris has knocked himself out and so he is the winner and he goes on next week to meet himself in the final!
You see, what I really wanted was a regiment where I could be really quiet and have more time to myself to work with fabrics, and creating new concepts in interior design.
It’s a man’s life in the British Dental Association.
Oh, well, you want the Durham Light Infantry then, sir.
Oh! I thought you were talking to me, sir. Mister Wensleydale, that’s my name.
Oh, yes, I mean their use of colour with fabrics is fantastic. I saw their pattern book the other day - beautiful, beautiful. Savage tans, great slabs of black set against aggressive orange. It really makes you want to shout out, this is good! This is real!