Well in fact I hear they’re ready for us now at the start of the main race this afternoon. So let’s go right away and join Peter at the start.
This is a dog license with the word ‘dog’ crossed out and ‘cat’ written in with crayon.
Yes, we in Special Crime Squad have been using wands for almost a year now. You find it’s easy to make yourself invisible. You can defy time and space, and you can turn violent criminals into frogs. Something which you could never do with the old truncheons.
Ugh, me heap dizzy.
And now on BBC another six minutes of Monty Python’s Flying Circus.
Get your stinking feet off the bread.
Meanwhile, a breach had now opened with…
It’s…
You’re no fun anymore.
Um, I’m sorry about the … the, er, pause, only I’m afraid the show is a couple of minutes short this week. You know, sometimes the shows aren’t really quite as er, long as they ought to be.
I thought you did that so well Mr. Figgis, could I have your autograph?
Allo allo! What’s going on here?
Tchaikovsky. Was he the tortured soul who poured out his immortal longings into dignified passages of stately music, or was he just an old poof who wrote tunes?
Oh well, that’s probably a faulty cooker.
Oh, Wombat. Wombat Harness! Take me to the place where eternity knows no bounds, where the garden of love encloses us round. Oh Harness!
Righto!
But apart from attacking that prurient hot-bed of left-wing continentalism at Shepherds Bush, what else do these ordinary mums think? Do they accept Hegelianism?
Say no more!
No, no, no, no. Please do carry on … because that is in fact why we wanted you on the show.
Message for you, sir.