I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so anyway, I said to her, I said, they can’t afford that on what he earns, I mean for a start the feathers get up your nose, I ask you, four and six a pound, and him with a wooden leg, I don’t know how she puts up with it after all the trouble she’s had with her you-know-what, anyway it was a white wedding much to everyone’s surprise, of course they bought everything on the hire purchase, I think they ought to send them back where they came from, I mean you’ve got to be cruel to be kind so Mrs Harris said, so she said, she said, she said, the dead crab she said, she said. Well, her sister’s gone to Rhodesia what with her womb and all, and her youngest, her youngest as thin as a filing cabinet, and the goldfish, the goldfish they’ve got whooping cough they keep spitting water all over their Bratbys, well, they do don’t they, I mean you can’t, can you, I mean they’re not even married or anything, they’re not even divorced, and he’s in the KGB if you ask me, he says he’s a tree surgeon but I don’t like the sound of his liver, all that squeaking and banging every night till the small hours, his mother’s been much better since she had her head off, yes she has, I said, don’t you talk to me about bladders, I said…
It’s the old man from scene 24.
Hello. So, where do we stand? Where do we stand? Where do we sit? Where do we come? Where do we go? What do we do? What do we say? What do we eat? What do we drink? What do we think? What do we do?
I…I don’t know that!
AIEEEEEEEEE!
Dinsdale…?
I think he’s got beautiful legs.
Right! One rabbit stew, coming up!
All right. We’ll kill him first and then have tea and biscuits.
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
It’s truly a real honourable experience to be here this evening
A very wonderful and warm and emotional moment for all of us
And I’d like to sing a song for all of you
Well, I’m afraid I’m going off duty now sir. Er, could you tell First Sergeant Foster?
Not to leave the room, even if you come and get him.
My brain hurts!
Morning, madam, I’ve come to read your poet.
Well there’ll certainly be some car door slamming in the streets of Kensington tonight.
‘Nd of announcement.
Kevin Phillips Bong… naught.
Let me tell you something, my lad. When you’re walking home tonight and some great homicidal maniac comes after you with a bunch of loganberries, don’t come crying to me!
Tarquin, are you pleased with this result?
I am not a looney!
Thank you Robert. Well that seems to be about all we have time for tonight. Unless anyone has anything else to say. Has anyone anything else to say?