I got up at five o’clock, I made myself a cup of tea, I looked out of the window. Well, by then I was so worn out I had to come and have a sit-down. I’ve been here for seven hours.
One thousand and eight!
Good evening. Tonight: “dinosaurs”. I have here, sitting in the studio next to me, an elk. Ahhhh!!! Oh, I’m sorry! Anne Elk - Mrs. Anne Elk.
Will you be quiet?!
Here to play Tchaikowsky’s first piano concerto in B Flat Minor is the world-famous soloist Sviatoslav Richter. During the performance he will escape from a sack, three padlocks and a pair of handcuffs.
My brain hurts!
Leave it alone. Give it a rest.
Well to be quite honest, Sarge, I’d rather be at home with the wife and kids.
Sorry, mum.
Oh, ah. Hello, officer. Ehh. I’ll be with you in a few moments. All right, dear?
You’ll never take me alive, coppers.
Albatross! Albatross!
And this is where you at home can join in.
Well, there’s rat cake … rat sorbet … rat pudding … or strawberry tart.
You haven’t asked me about Limburger, sir.
The Stilton’s awfully good.
Ohhhh, the cat just ate it!
Here you see some English comic actors engaged in a life or death struggle with a rather weak ending. This is typical of the zany madcap world of the irresistible kooky funsters. The English pantomime horse wins and so is assured of a place in British history and a steady job in a merchant bank. Unfortunately, before his pension rights are assured, he catches bronchitis and dies, another victim of the need to finish these shows on time.
This kind of incoherent behaviour is really beginning to catch on down-under.
And this is where you at home can join in.