And we’ve just heard that Her Majesty the Queen has just tuned into this program and so she is now watching this royal sketch here in this royal set. Oh, we’ve just heard she’s switched over. She’s watching the ‘News at Ten’.
I would tax the nude in my bed. No—not tax. What is the word? Oh: welcome.
I just keep droning on and on until I foam at the mouth and fall backwards.
Hey! Mrs McWong’s been on the phone! The polar bear’s been in her garden again.
It’s…
Have you got anything without spam?
I’ve got a complaint to make.
What do you know about getting up at five o’clock in the morning to fly to Paris… back at the Old Vic for drinks at twelve, sweating the day through press interviews, television interviews and getting back here at ten to wrestle with the problem of a homosexual nymphomaniac drug-addict involved in the ritual murder of a well known Scottish footballer. That’s a full working day, lad, and don’t you forget it!
To be or not to be.
Actually, I only came in here to ask where the manager’s office was.
Mind your own business!
But it’s my only line!
There’s no need to be ashamed.
Hello, I’m your new vicar, can I interest you in any of these watches, pens or biros?
A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse.
Well, there we are, another year has been too soon alas ended and I think none more than myself can be happier at this time than I … am.
My brain hurts!
Taking life as it comes, sharing the good things and the bad things, finding laughter and fun wherever they go – it is with these two happy-go-lucky rogues that our story begins.
A perfectly ordinary morning in a perfectly ordinary English suburb. Life goes on as it has done for years. But soon this quiet pattern of life was to change irrevocably. The commonplace routine of a typical Monday morning would never be the same again, for into this quiet little community came… Mr. Neutron!
Ahh. Been in the wars, have we?