“Fuck Supper!” I now invariably conclude throwing logic, somewhat joyously, to the four winds.
But… how?
Those of you who missed 8:45 on Friday will be able to see it again this Friday at a quarter to nine.
I think it’s runnier than you like it, sir.
Better get a bucket.
You naughty person.
You can hear episode nine of A Minute Passed tomorrow night at a minute past.
O fair one, behold your humble servant, Sir Lancelot of Camelot. I have come to take y-- Oh, I’m terribly sorry.
… Professor, you’ve spent many years researching into things, what do you think?
After three years of study these apprentice idiots receive a diploma of idiocy, a handful of mud and a kick on the head.
Well it certainly looks as though we’re in for a splendid afternoon’s sport in this the 127th Upperclass Twit of the Year Show.
Yes. You get a nude lady with a fully comprehensive motor insurance. If you just want third party she has to keep her bra on, and if it’s just theft…
Is she a goer, eh?
Dung!
Mr. Luxury Yacht, this nose of yours is false. It’s made of polystyrene and your own hooter’s a beaut. No pruning necessary.
He nailed your head to the floor?
Lovely people, the Romans!
Judean People’s Front…[sneer]
Coming right up - the theatre sketch - so don’t move!
Here! Don’t you start doing a documentary on us, young man.