But the police have film of Dinsdale actually nailing your head to the floor.
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‘THE BBC WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGIZE FOR THE NEXT ANNOUNCEMENT’
Oh, well, you want the Durham Light Infantry then, sir.
Say no more!
Watch it - still a few crosses left.
Say no more!
It’s Dierdre.
Monty Python’s Flying Circus tonight comes to you live from the Grillomat Snack Bar, Paignton.
If I now call Mr. Chipperfield and say to him, “Look here, I’ve got a forty-five-year-old chartered accountant with me who wants to become a lion tamer,” his first question is not going to be, “Does he have his own hat?”
Mind you I didn’t join the police force just to wear the helmets you know. That just happens to be one of the little perks. There are plenty of jobs where I could have worn a helmet, but not such a nice helmet.
This is Ken Clean-Air Systems, the great white hope of the British boxing world. After three fights - and only two convictions - his manager believes that Ken is now ready to face the giant American, Satellite Five.
Now the Japanese have a man who can bend his leg back over his head and back again with every single step.
The great thing about Ken is that he’s almost totally stupid.
Does he have his own hat?
Every morning, he jogs the forty-seven miles from his two-bedroomed, eight-bathroom, six-up-two-down, three-to-go-house in Reigate, to the Government’s Pesticide Research Centre at Shoreham. Nobody knows why.
She turned me into a newt.
Basically Ken is a very gentle, home-loving person. I remember when one of his stick insects had a knee infection. He stayed up all night, rubbing it with Germoline and banging its head on the table.
My hovercraft is full of eels.
Oh, he was such a pretty baby, always so kind and gentle. He was really considerate to his mother, and not at all the kind of person you’d expect to pulverize his opponent into a bloody mass of flesh and raw bone, spitting teeth and fragments of gum into a ring which had become one man’s hell and Ken’s glory.
Take this bus to Cuba.