Arthur: Have you heard of this Broadway?
Robin: Yes, Sire, and we don’t stand a chance there.
It’s from the BBC. They want to know if I want to be in a sketch on telly.
If it laid an egg, it would roll down the back of the telly-vision set.
Like mold on books, grow myths on history.
Oh, a gahp. A gahp in one’s hhhhhoop. Pardon me, but I’m off to play the grand piano.
Semprini!
We are no longer the Knights Who Say Ni!
Good Lord, you’re not suggesting we should tax… thingy?
Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed? I’m right on my uppers. I can pay you back when this postal order comes from Australia. Honestly. Hope the bladder trouble’s getting better. Love, Ewan.
A very brave Kevin Phillips Bong there. Norman.
My word - Sir Horace!
Well, before he went he left a note with the company secretary, the effect of which was how disappointed he was with your work and, in particular, why you had changed the name from Conquistador Instant Coffee to Conquistador Instant Leprosy. Why, Frog?
Oh, we use only the finest baby frogs, dew-picked and flown from Iraq, cleansed in the finest quality spring water, lightly killed, and sealed in a succulent, Swiss, quintuple-smooth, treble-milk chocolate envelope, and lovingly frosted with glucose.
And now back to me. Hello. And now it’s time to go over to Hugh Delaney in Paignton.
Oh, very impressive. Very impressive. And what are you doing this morning?
In Mercia and the two Anglias - plague, with a 50% chance of pestilence and famine coming out of the Northwest at twelve miles per hour.
Right, well, I can’t add anything to that. Colin?
The police are anxious to speak to anyone who saw the crime, ladies with large breasts, or just anyone who likes policemen.
I’m sorry. Only people involved are allowed in here. All right.
You lucky bastard! You lucky, lucky bastard!