SHUT YOUR FESTERING GOB, YOU TlT! YOUR TYPE MAKES ME PUKE! YOU VACUOUS TOFFEE-NOSED MALODOROUS PERVERT!
Well, that’s cast rather a gloom over the evening, hasn’t it?
There’s bugger all down here on earth.
`I Married Three Rabbit Jelly Moulds’!
It was… the salmon mousse!
Oh, is it Christmas today?
Read all about it! Man turns into Scotsman!
I’m not Sir Philip bleedin’ Sydney!
It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas in Heaven!
Hip hip hip hip hip hooray!
Every single day
Is Christmas day!
… But how?
And now for something completely different: A Scotsman on a horse.
The BBC would like to deny the last apology. It is very happy at home and BBC 2 is bound to go through this phase, so from all of us here good night, sleep well, and have an absolutely super day tomorrow, kiss, kiss.
I want to get married.
I want to be… a lumberjack!
It’s….
Right. Well, you’re quite clearly suffering from a repressive libido complex, probably the product of an unhappy childhood, coupled with acute insecurity in adolescence, which has resulted in an attenuation of the libido complex.
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.
Every time I try to talk to someone it’s ‘sorry this’ and ‘forgive me that’ and ‘I’m not worthy’.
However, I would just like to add a complaint about shows which have too many complaints in them as they get very tedious for the average viewer.
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 Germolene and banging its head on the table.