Ladies and gentlemen, we give you Ken Buddha and his inflatable knees.
Erik Njorl, son of Frothgar, leaves his home to seek Hangar the Elder at the home of Thorvald Nlodvisson, the son of Gudleif, half brother of Thorgier, the priest of Ljosa water, who took to wife Thurunn, the mother of Thorkel Braggart, the slayer of Cudround the powerful, who knew Howal, son of Geernon, son of Erik from Valdalesc, son of Arval Gristlebeard, son of Harken, who killed Bjortguaard in Sochnadale in Norway over Cudreed, daughter of Thorkel Long, the son of Kettle-Trout, the half son of Harviyoun Half-troll, father of Ingbare the Brave, who with Isenbert of Gottenberg the daughter of Hangbard the Fierce …
And now for something completely the same.
Urn, straight down there. Straight down there.
Camera? What’s he want? Oooh, are we on the telly?
For lunch Ken crouches down in the road and rubs gravel into his hair. (Pan down to roadside to reveal Ken just finishing rubbing gravel into his hair; he stands up and hops over a railing to a riverside where a bed stands) But lunch doesn’t take long. Ken’s soon up on his feet and back to bed. (Ken hops into the bed) And his trainer has to run the 49,000 miles from his two-bedroom, six-living-room tree-house in Kyoto to wake him up.
Mrs. Ratbag, if you don’t mind me saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment.
Oh sorry! Right, here we go. You are hereby charged. One, that you did, on or about 1126, conspire to publicize a London Borough in the course of a BBC saga; two, that you were wilfully and persistently a foreigner; three, that you conspired to do things not normally considered illegal; four, that you were caught in possession of an offensive weapon, viz, the big brown table down at the police station.
I can’t get the fire brigade Mervyn, will the Boys’ Brigade do?
Only just us being so close together for so many months in the soft-toy department and yet never daring to…
Four hours to bury a cat?
OK, you’ve got this girl on your bed, you’ve had a few drinks, you’ve got her stretched out and her feet on the mantelpiece…
Tell me, how do they put budgies down then?
It’s not particularly silly, is it? I mean, the right leg isn’t silly at all and the left leg merely does a forward aerial half turn every alternate step.
Hello. When Ken is in a really deep sleep like this one, the only way to wake him up is to saw his head off.
Who, a year ago, had heard of Mr and Mrs Brian Norris of 37, Gledhill Gardens, Parsons Green? And yet their epic journey in EBW 343 has set them alongside Thor Heyerdahl and Sir Edmund Hillary.
Well hello, it’s the wacky Queen again! And who’s the other fella? It’s Willie Gladstone! And when these two way-out wacky characters get together there’s fun a-plenty.
God the almighty and all-knowing has misplaced a cup?
Throw her into the pond!
Look, you’ve got it all wrong! You don’t NEED to follow ME, You don’t NEED to follow ANYBODY! You’ve got to think for your selves! You’re ALL individuals!