What an eccentric performance.
Primitive customs still survive here as if the march of time had passed them by.
Well I think they should attack the lower classes, er, first with bombs, and rockets destroying their homes, and then when they run helpless into the streets, er, mowing them down with machine guns.
Ow! Lay off. We haven’t started yet.
Doctor Piglet, Doctor Winston, practice your art.
At the Home Office, the Minister for inserting himself in between chairs and walls in men’s rooms, was at his desk after a short illness. He spent the morning dealing with the Irish situation and later in the day had long discussions with the Minister for running upstairs two at a time, flinging the door open and saying ‘Ha, ha! Caught you, Mildred’.
Hello. And it’s from here we go over there.
Kevin Phillips Bong… nought.
No, no, I am not the brain specialist. No, no, I am not… Yes. Yes I am.
Well, this is a highly significant result. Luton, normally a very sensible constituency with a high proportion of people who aren’t a bit silly, has gone completely ga-ga.
Aren’t you going to say ‘What’s all this then?’
Tarquin Fin-tim-lin-bin-whin-bim-lim Bus Stop F’tang F’tang Olé Biscuitbarrel… 12,441.
Sorry, loves, sorry, the show is too long this week and this scene’s been cut.
Well, there you have it, a Sensible gain at Harpenden with the Silly vote being split.
Next week we’ll be showing you how to pick up an architect, how to pull a prime minister, and how to have fun with a wholesale poulterer. But now the men of the Derbyshire Light Infantry will entertain us with a precision display of bad temper.
We interrupt this film to apologise for this unwarranted attack by the supporting feature. Luckily, we have been prepared for this eventuality, and are now taking steps to remedy it.
It’s…
Ohh, tell me what to say. Please!
Say no more!
Second floor … stationery, leather goods, tribal head injuries, cricket bats, film stars, dolphinafiums.