Sorry, old man, we don’t understand your banter.
For those of you who may have just missed ‘Monty Python’s Flying Circus’, here it is again.
Dear Sir,
As a prolific letter-writer, I feel I must protest about the previous letter. I am nearly sixty and am quite mad, but I do enjoy listening to the BBC Home Service.
If this continues to go on unabated …Dunkirk… dark days of the war… backs to the wall… Alvar Liddell … Berlin air lift … moral upheaval of Profumo case… young hippies roaming the streets, raping, looting and killing.
Yours etc., Brigadier Arthur Gormanstrop
(Mrs.)
Look… look, smarty pants, the sixteen-ton weight is just one way, just one way of dealing with the raspberry killer. There are millions of others.
And now for something completely different.
Ham sandwich, bucket and water plastic duralex rubber McFisheries’ underwear. Plugged rabbit emulsion, zinc custard without sustainance in kippling-duff geriatric scenery, maximizes press insulating government grunting sapphire-clubs incidentally. But tonight, sam pan Bombay Bermuda in diphtheria rustic McAlpine splendor, rabbit and and futfutfooey jugs rapidly big biro ruveliners musk-green gauges micturate with nipples and tiptoe rusting machinery, rustically inclined.
Good evening and welcome.
`In olden days a glimpse of stocking, was looked on as something shocking, now heaven knows, anything goes.’
Mr. and Mrs. Watson of Ivy Cottage, Worplesdon Road, Hull, chose a very cunning way of not being seen. When we called at their house, we found that they had gone away on two weeks holiday. They had not left any forwarding address, and they had bolted and barred the house to prevent us from getting in. However a neighbor told us where there were. (BOOM!) And here is their neighbor, (BOOM!) and here is where he lived. (BOOM!)
Anybody else feel like a little… giggle…?
Burn her! Burn her!
It’s …
Engine room, stand by to feed the cat.
Now, old woman – you are accused of heresy on three counts – heresy by thought, heresy by word, heresy by deed, and heresy by action – FOUR counts. Do you confess?
Well we are idiots.
Well, next week we’ll be showing you how black and white people can live together in peace and harmony, and Alan will be over in Moscow showing us how to reconcile the Russians and the Chinese. So, until next week, cheerio.
*–nd of the announcement.
I’m sorry … we just can’t give you a bigger budget.
Wouldn’t mind a slice of cake. Nice chocolate cake … delicious …
I…think it’s a bit runnier than you’ll like it, sir.
She, sir.