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Good evening. It's wonderful to be back with you again, isn't it, Ronnie? Indeed
it is. And in a packed programme tonight, the treasurer of the Paris Gay
Swap Shop will be here to tell us what you can get for ten francs, six Alberts,
three Johns and a Thomas.
And Roy Gutcrusher Hotchkiss will be here to give a demonstration of solo
wrestling, provided he can get a grip on himself.
We'll also be interviewing the Prime Minister of Israel, Mr Beguine, and he
be telling us how he first married Mrs Beguine and began the Beguines.
But first, the news.
In Sopforth today, the funeral of Britain's most successful door -to -door
salesman was called off because every time they tried to close the lid of the
coffin, he jammed his foot in it.
And the wife of a man who never learned the difference between a brazier and a
brazier was granted a divorce today on two counts.
First... No, that's not the joke. First...
First, because when she wanted underwear for Christmas, he gave her two big
rusty tins with holes in.
And secondly, because of the way he kept trying to roast his chestnuts.
And in the west end of London last night, the Water Rats and the cast of
Mousetrap got together for a cheese and cheese party.
Miss Lulu Woblet, Britain's leading topless tassel dancer, who had her left
tassel stolen, today applied to the union to work as a single act.
Later, in a one -sided agreement, she received permission to give the left a
rest as long as she joined the Performing Rights Society.
Whilst in Britain on Tayside, a man who took the advice of the Road Safety
Council to wear something white at night went out dressed in a white suit, white
hat and white shoes and was run over by a snowplough.
And now a sketch featuring the amazing talents of Mr. Ronnie Corbett, a man who
always has to pick up whatever gets dropped on the floor because he's the
it.
Lovely to see you. Lovely to see you. Yes, awfully nice. Awfully nice
party. Thank you very much. Have a little drink. Thank you.
Yes, it is. It's going to everywhere.
Yes. Just one teensy -weensy little point before we started. I thought
you say anything, I thought you ought to know that Gene is no longer with Toby.
Oh, Gene's no longer with Toby. Oh, thank you. Thank you for telling me
Yes, right. And also, Henry is no longer with Anthea. Oh, really? I didn't know
that. But isn't that Henry over there?
Yes, that's Henry, yes, yes, with Anthea.
I thought you said he wasn't with Anthea.
No, when I said he wasn't with Anthea, I didn't mean, I meant he wasn't with
her. Oh, you mean he's with her, but he's not with her. Oh, yes,
quite, yes.
Henry has, in fact, Henry has, in fact, crept off with Cicely. Yes. Who is just
at the back there talking to Jim. Oh, but Cicely was Lionel. Was. Oh, I didn't
know that either. Neither does Lionel. Oh.
So, uh... Oh, yes, mum's the word.
Oh, and she knows longer with dad, by the way. Oh, isn't she?
And just before you fling yourself into the social maelstrom, I think you ought
to know, in all, in essence, that Janet is with Dick.
Oh, but we all know that. We've all known that for a long time. Oh, no, this
another Dick. This is Australian Dick. Oh, she's got two Dicks.
Oh, no, no, no. The other Dick has gone off with, you know...
To complete the happy picture, Warren is no longer with Elspeth. Oh, really?
No, he's crept off with Percy.
Percy? Percy, Percy, mmm.
No, no, not Percy, mmm. That's a surprise. Percy, claw.
Percy,
claw. Now I'm with you.
No, you're not with me. No, I'm not with you.
I'm not confused. I now know who's who, where's where, and what's what.
So I think I'll just go and enjoy the party, if you don't mind. Unless you
any more little briefings for me, do you? No, no, you go on, have a super
Thanks very much, it's always nice.
Hello, hello, it's always nice to see you. Oh, hello.
Hello. Hello, Anne.
How nice to see you.
How's Toby?
How's, um, how's Henry, uh, in the sense of, uh, of Jim?
Do you mean Sebastian? I do, yes, I do mean Sebastian. Of course, they're so
like other Germans about him. We always called him Toby, of course, because he'd
just come out of jug.
Oh, really,
George, for heaven's sake. Yes, I did get slightly confused there, but it's
right, I've got it all now.
Anthea is with Sebastian, Cecily is with Jim, and Janet is with a different
dick, and, uh, Mmm is with Cor.
Oh, no, no.
No? Mmm couldn't get Cor. on a month of Sunday.
He's with Cor.
Who's who?
He's over there talking to, you know, that tall chap who's with Barbara.
Oh, and who's Barbara with? She's with Woolwich. What?
Yes, I know it's a party. I wonder if I might join the party eventually, might
I? I mean, you know, I would like before two o 'clock tomorrow morning to
actually go up to someone and say, hello, hello, what do you do? I'm in
underwear or something equally facetious.
Rather than bothering about clear and hmm and core, you know, I really don't
give a damn who's with who and who's what with what and who's doing what to
and how often and if not, why not?
Come across and meet Peter Standing. Well, providing you don't tell me
about him, because I happen to know from the inside source that he is still with
Stephanie. Wrong. I'm afraid you are wrong. That is Kaputsville, Finitoville.
Oh, well, really? Well, I don't wish to know anything about... I don't even know
what Peter Standing looks like. That is Peter Standing over there. He's not
standing. He's sitting. See? Just by the girl who's standing with Dick.
What do you mean, Dick? No, Dick Coyle. Oh, all right, fine. Fine, fine.
Tally -ho, let's go into the... I tell a lie. Peter Standing is no longer a
seating. He is standing. Yes, I can see. I'm not an idiot. I saw him get up. I
saw him get up. He's no longer standing, but he's still Peter Standing. And the
girl who was standing is now sitting. But she's not withstanding, and the girl
over there is sitting down through it all notwithstanding. It's simple.
No, it's not simple. Simple? Simple with shingles.
Simple's with shingles? Oh, gee.
Shingles is a disease, my dear. Oh.
Ladies and gentlemen, excuse me. Would you mind gathering round? I just have a
short announcement to make. I'm awfully sorry, but I came to this party thinking
I was going to have a wonderful time, but how wrong I was. How wrong I was,
see, because I failed. I'm stupid. I didn't realize that Anthea wasn't with
and Gene was not with Standing, and Standing was lying, and Janet's got two
dicks, and Staten is a disease.
See, I didn't realize that M is with Paul instead of bleh, and who's also
and bleh.
My message to you all is bleh.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Manhattan Transfer.
Information.
Information.
Try to tell.
trouble with my spleens. Yes, I know most people only have one spleen. That
the trouble. Anyway, I had mine removed by old Foskey, you know, best spleen man
in the home country. I was only in hospital three days, two days
back at Amalgamated Collinus on the Monday. Amazing, I must tell you about
sometimes. Well, how's that lovely lady of yours? Oh, marvellous. So is Jessie,
yes, bursting with health now that she's getting over that sad business of
finding. Did I tell you about the dog? Oh, well, she went roaming in old faggot
wood, you know, and caught Dutch Elm disease.
Case of Dutch Elm disease.
recording the Golden Retriever. It's marvellous, isn't it? I must tell you
it sometime. How's that boy of yours? What's his name again? Brenda.
Oh, yes. Still nuts on boxing as he's splendid. That'll keep him out of
Mentor Sam's in thingamay -what? No, he's a girl. Oh, glad to hear it. Yes,
young people making a girl thing. A girl? Oh, good God, is he really well.
disgrace these days. You know, had it done in Denmark.
Oh,
damn, expensive Denmark.
80p for a round of toast. How much do you think a pencil sharpener costs in
Copenhagen? Guess. Wrong.
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I must tell you about this. Oh, it's exciting to hear all your news, by the
How's that old uncle of yours? Dead. Oh, is he really jolly good at his age?
Oh, stout ever. Still living in the same house? No, we actually... Oh, so are
we. What's the point of moving? I mean, you know, if you're happy, mind you, we
do envy you in your place. We often feel like we've moved to a smaller house.
It's the Landry. Did I ever tell you I've got eight acres?
Yes, you did. Oh, didn't I? Well, we have, yes. Mind you, there's some damn
rough -shooting animals, mainly odd bird, occasional hiker. Poor old...
Yeah, so do I. Big bore, not small bore. I find big bore fascinating, and small
bore a big bore.
I suppose some people are big bore people, and some are small bore people.
definitely big bore. Oh, yes.
Do you remember those upper -class people we knew in Lower Hickmarsh? Or
lower -class people in Upper Hickmarsh? Maybe they were middle -class people in
Middlesbrough. I can never remember. Anyway, you know. I mean, Tom and Ethel,
was it Engelbert and Germain? Did you ever see them, dear? No, I just sit at
home and stick rhubarb up my nose.
Oh, that's splendid. I'm glad to hear that. Must look them up sometime. Look,
you're not listening to one word I am saying.
It is, isn't it, really? Mind you, we mustn't grumble. You had it very good
yourself. You had a wonderful autumn. Well, I mustn't keep all your
conversations. See you later.
I say, don't bother with him. He's absolute dead loss. You can't get a word
of him, mind you.
Can I come in, love? Yes, come in, little dear.
Since as have you got that half pot of paint that George borrowed? I mean, you
could keep it as far as I'm concerned, but you know what he's like, don't you?
What's the matter, dear? Something happened?
Is it something George has done, love? Well, in a way, yes.
Oh, dear, what's he done, my dear?
He's died.
That was a bit sudden, wasn't it? Yes, well, from the smile on his face, dear,
he doesn't know he's gone himself yet.
Well, where is he now, then, love?
Well, not up there, dear, if his language is anything to go by. I mean
carcass. Oh, well, dear, I'll put that. I'll put that somewhere surrounded by
the things he loved most dearly. Ah, where's that?
In the shed.
It'll be all right up there, because you know what the frost did to his
brussels.
Yes, dear, I've covered him all up with sacking all night.
All right.
It's a pity, though, really, cos he'd just started that job in all, you know,
night watchmen. Oh, yeah, what made him take a job like that, love? Well, they'd
promised him a day off any time he wanted it. Oh.
Sid could do with a job like that. How did it happen, you know, him dying, I
mean? Well, I tell you what, they were sitting by the fire last night. Yeah.
And he said to me, give me your hand, Ede. I thought, not likely.
Oh, no, no, no. Well, there is a limit in your own front room, isn't there?
Well, he said something very strange. He said, he said, it's all... Getting
dark, he said. Oh, what time was that? Nearly midnight.
Well,
he noticed his things, doesn't he? At least he used to. He wasn't so much now,
of course.
And then he was gone.
Yeah. How did you know, though, that he wasn't just asleep?
Well, he wasn't snoring, dear. I mean, he always snores in sleep. Yeah.
And then just after that, he whispered something in my ear. Oh, really? Was it
about his half -putt of paint?
No, I don't suppose it was.
Listen, I do think we're going to miss him, though, aren't we? You and me both.
I mean, I used to love to see him sitting in front of that guest over
Sunday morning, drying his socks on the oven door.
No, Sunday dinner won't taste the same without him.
Oh, he did have some funny ways, that thing. Could be very naughty, you know.
Oh, well, all husbands are naughty sometimes, aren't they? Thank God.
It was all I could do to hold him, you know. Oh, really? I wouldn't have
he'd be in the hurry and come. you know, at night at 18 Stone.
Well, he wasn't really, dear, but once he was roused, you know, once he was
roused, I'd see that look in his eye about Whitsuntide.
I'd think to myself, you're in for a rough old Christmas, girl.
Oh, he was. I shall always remember him just sitting in that corner, holding his
pipe. Yeah.
Bless him, he thought the world of that pipe, you know. Oh, he did. Loved it,
didn't he? Yeah.
Where is it? What have you done with it? I've flung it, dear. Stunk the place
out.
Of course, he was always tapping it out anywhere, wasn't he? Oh, dear. Tea caddy
anywhere he'd tap it out, dear. Do you like another cup?
No, I'm trying to give up smoking, love.
I left a little bottle in here somewhere when I came in yesterday morning. Do
you remember? Oh, there it is. What is it, then?
It's SIDS anti -snoring pills. I always give them these to stop him snoring when
he's asleep, you see. Oh, my God, I thought they were saccharins. They'll be
putting them in George's tea.
Do you suppose that's why he wasn't snoring by the far side last night?
ask him yourself. He's just come out of the shed covered in brussels.
They reckon it's going to get colder.
Yeah. Do you want to do something about it? Well, I've got a couple of pair of
long johns on.
What good is that for dandruff?
No, it's to keep the cold out. A pair of long johns is not going to help
dandruff, is it? Well, they would if they wore him over the head, wouldn't
You think it's going to freeze tonight?
Yeah, it's freezing already, I think.
There's a big icicle formed on my gutter already.
You're late. Where have you been?
I dropped off in the shed.
That's what'll happen to your icicle if this weather keeps up and on.
Where do you reckon this cold's coming from, then?
Well, round the corner, mostly, I think.
Where is it?
Where what is?
Siberia. Oh, no, Siberia's right the other side, isn't it?
Siberia's right over Enfield direction, isn't it?
It's coming from Alaska, this is. Where's Alaska, then? Well, Alaska's the
way entirely, isn't it?
Alaska's much more... kind of Stanmore direction, really.
Well, I reckon someone over in Stanmore's left a fridge door open,
can tell you.
Good stars up there.
Lovely, isn't it?
Yeah. How many stars do you reckon's up there?
109 ,750 ,301.
How are you in a position to know that?
Well, I can't. I'd have one night when I had not much to do.
You don't count all that lot, not with a naked eye. No, I used a calculator,
didn't I?
What's your favourite star?
George Day.
No.
Favourite star? Oh, up there at the wall.
I'll tell you what, that one over there. See that one through there?
Yeah, where's that? Just above the washing line there. That's right, yeah.
that kinky brazier hanging up there? Yeah.
Well, my favourite star, you can just see it through the hole in the left cup.
Yeah. You know they're not really stars at all, don't you? You know they're
holes in the sky, really. Yeah, well, everything's got holes in there, don't
See these socks? They're brand new socks, they are.
They've got both holes in.
Well, you ought to get a wife to sew them up. No, that wouldn't do. Then I
couldn't get my feet in them, could I?
These stars are millions of years old, you know that? Same as that joke, as a
matter of fact, you just cracked it.
Listen, what about these UFOs, then?
Do you reckon they come through these holes in the sky? Is that where they
from? Well, that's why they're called UFOs, isn't it, eh?
Up through holes.
Now, it's not easy, either, because the sky's actually curved at the side. Yeah,
I know, yeah.
Everything's curved. I mean, things look straight, don't they, but they're
actually all curved, aren't they? Yeah. Why do you reckon that is, then? Well,
that's gravity pulling the ends down, isn't it?
You see, if it wasn't for your braces... Yeah?
Gravity would pull your trousers straight down, wouldn't it?
You'd be standing there with your trousers down, wouldn't you? Not really.
Yes, you would. No. Why not? I'm wearing a belt.
about, you'll be standing there, trousers down, looking very vulnerable,
wouldn't you? Not really. I've got the long johns on back to front.
What's the war? Well, it's the wife's idea, sort of security device, you know,
in case of temptation.
I bet someone will come up behind you. Lucky for some.
Now, what I mean is...
We're living in a world of electronics now with laser beams, aren't we? I mean,
you see that woman up there in that window there just getting undressed?
she wanted to, she could beam down a laser, couldn't she, and pull your
combinations straight down quicker than a monkey nut, couldn't she?
We'd be all floating about in space with nothing to do, wouldn't we, if it
wasn't for gravity? Yeah.
How big do you reckon space is there?
Whoa, I reckon it's, uh... Whoa!
I mean, it's got to be, hasn't it? It's got to be at least, uh...
Well, it's at least very big.
What do you mean by that? I mean, what do you mean, very big? I mean, do you
mean, like, as big as what?
Earl's Court and Albert Hall put together, or what?
Well, no, that's going a bit far. No, I wouldn't say big.
But, I mean, there's spaces and spaces, isn't there? I mean, there's some spaces
are very little, isn't there?
Yeah, like the cupboard under the stairs that time. Yeah, that's little, yeah.
You couldn't get Mars in the cupboard under the stairs, could you?
Unless you took the vacuum cleaner out.
Comets appear at night, you know. Oh, I like them. What channel are they on?
No, Celestial Body.
Oh, Celestial Body. Is it like that one up there?
Where's that? Oh, yeah.
Yep. Oh, yeah. Lovely, isn't it?
Where is she then? Up there, look.
You'll see her when she takes her blouse off.
She leans out the window any further, it'll be a bit of an accident.
I think it will.
And it'll be happening to me, you know.
I'm landing after you, for goodness sake.
I've got a goddess out of my own.
No, don't worry about the old mate.
That's not going to be dumped till Thursday, Wick.
Oh, thank goodness I found you. I'm absolutely desperate. My car
has run out of petrol.
Eh?
My car has run out of petrol.
Do you speak English at all?
Oh, English, English, si, si, si. Oh, good. You understand?
Si, si, si, English, si.
Bobby Charlton.
Yes, Bobby Charlton.
Well, my car has run out of petrol up the hill ten miles back with my wife and
children in it, and I walked all the way down here to get the can of petrol to
go back up the hill again. I'm wondering, can you give me a lift?
Bobby Charlton.
Yes, you understand.
Yes, Bobby Charlton, yes. Is that the only English word you know, Bobby
Charlton? Yes.
Jackie Charlton.
Yes, well, anyway, let's start again. My car, my car is ten miles
uphill, you see, and I have walked all the way down here, and I can't go on
anymore. Or more.
You understand?
Yes, Bobby Moore.
Yes,
I know. Anyway, it's nothing to do with that. My car, you see. My room. My
automobile.
Automobile. Yes, yes.
James Hunt.
My James Hunt is, you know, won't go anymore.
It is stopped.
My James Hunt, he's stopped. He has no power.
Oh, power.
Tyrone the power.
No, no, not Tyrone. No, forget that. No, it is run out of... It is kaput, you
see. It is stopped. You know, Ford, Chrysler, Vauxhall, kaput. Oh, si.
Ford, Chrysler, Vauxhall, kaput. Si, si.
Anyway, it is stuck up there, you see, with my wife and children. My wife and
children, husband, wife, my...
I, the husband, what, Pearl Carr, Teddy Johnson, you know who I am?
Prince Philip, Queen Elizabeth.
I am, imagine, I am Prince Philip. Ah, Prince Philip, yes, yes, yes.
Queen Elizabeth.
Oh, viva Queen Elizabeth.
She is, yes, she is up there with the two children, Prince Charles, Princess
Anne, you see.
That is right. And the car is... Because the car... The car needs petrol.
It needs food for the car.
Food for the... Food! Fish and chips!
Fish and chips!
Majorca, majorca, fish and chips. That's right.
Only, I cannot pay you for the fish and chips because I have no money, you see.
I am broke. I am Dennis Healy. Oh, Dennis Healy. Dennis Healy. Silly Billy.
pay you when the shops open and all the, when the banks are open, you are, the
banks, oh, banks. Hey, Gordon Banks, hey.
Pilly, Pilly.
Yes. Anyway, to summarise, I want you to take your James Hunt and vroom, vroom
up the hill to put fish and chips.
In my Chrysler Ford, that's all.
You see, bring down Queen Elizabeth, Queen Mother, Prince Charles, and bring
them down, and I'll pay you tomorrow when I am no longer Dennis Healy. I'll
you for the fish and chips, you see. If you do that, it will be jolly Bobby
Charlton of you. You understand?
You understand?
I will not, I will, I will not be able to pay you until the money.
You understand?
What do you say?
Harvey Schmidt.
You'll have to excuse me tonight if I seem a little bit excited, but I can't
keep it a secret any longer. Just before I came on earlier this evening, I
received a rather urgent phone call from a lady I once used to go out with.
My wife.
No, that's not true. That's not true. I wouldn't say anything. My wife and I
have a very strict rule that has kept our relationship very sound.
We go out for a candlelit dinner twice a week.
She goes on Tuesday and I go on Thursday.
I had this phone call from her saying that I just landed the title role in a
fantastic brand -new American TV series, The Bionic Midget.
It's very exciting. I play what's left of the $6 million man after tax.
So it's quite fascinating, really. It's going to be like an automated version of
James Bond with lips powered by Ever Ready and a nose that runs on batteries.
As I say, I'm very excited. I just hope I can get through the story tonight, you
know, which I can tell you, be honest with you, I got from my very good
Jimmy Tarbuck, who is something of a connoisseur of good jokes. You know, he
leaves them to mature for years in his cellar before he uses them.
This particular one, which he kindly sent me, is rather interesting.
It's a 1953 Chateau Bernard Manning.
Full -bodied, but with very little taste.
By the way, talking of very little taste, no mention tonight of our
because it hasn't been an easy week for him here. It hasn't been an easy week
here at the BBC, to be honest, with the continued threat of cutbacks and staff
leaving all over the place.
Only the other day, the BBC's meteorological department ground to a
standstill following the shock resignation of the man who licks his
sticks it out of the window.
Claimed he wasn't getting enough job satisfaction and apparently he's been
offered a much more rewarding position at British Rail's public relations
office.
Where he sticks two fingers out of his face.
It's quite frightening, really, because already they've been cutting back on
this show as well, especially in the dressing rooms. I mean, instead of
everybody get changed in private, they've put us all in one big room.
With a notice up which says it's rude to point.
I shouldn't complain, I suppose, because it was in the dressing room that I
overheard the joke I'm going to tell you from Jimmy. Now, this concerns a chap
who is working late one night in the office with his gorgeous young blonde
secretary.
I see the front row have woken up already.
And as I just about finished the paperwork for the night, the secretary
leans across her desk to the boss and she says, Oh, Mr.
Waterton. She says, Mr. Waterton.
She's got a bit short of breath very easily, this girl. And a bit like my
Sid, actually. It's not surprising in his case, poor old soul. But he was a
married man with 19 children.
And his hobbies included gasping for breath and falling over.
There is this certain chap, you see, and he's a blonde secretary, you remember?
And she's whispering in his ear, Oh, Mr.
Waterston, she said. Mr. Waterston, it's very late, she said.
Don't you think it's time we were both in bed?
Well, being something of an opportunist, this chap, he didn't need to stick his
finger out the window to see which way the wind was blowing.
Cut a long story short, he ends up back at his secretary's flat.
And a good time is had by all.
Especially him. Well, eventually,
he looks at his watch. He says, my God, he said, the wife will kill me. He said,
I must be off.
And he's about to rush off home when the girl says, hang on.
Nothing to worry about, she says. From experience, I can tell you. Just you put
a bit of chalk behind your ear, tell your wife exactly what's happened, and
everything will be fine. So off he goes, and he gets home. Sure enough, there is
the wife sitting up in bed, teeth out, curlers in, knitting herself a crash
barrier.
And she says, where the hell have you been?
So remembering what he'd been told, he said, well, listen, dear, I'll tell you
what happened. I was working late at the office with my beautiful secretary,
Fiona, and I'm afraid she invited me back to her flat, and we had one or two
gins. Then she put on some music and lowered the lights. She opened some
champagne. She undid my tie, and, you know, we really, I'm afraid, carried
rather more than we ought. And I hate to tell you this, darling, but I must be
honest.
At which point his wife suddenly noticed the piece of chalk sticking out behind
you. She said, you ruddy liar, don't give me that. You've been down the pub
playing darts again.
On the kimono, we bring
oriental drama.
It's called the no -no.
What's painted on a Japanese screen?
Who knows exactly what they mean?
fight thee.
When we go on winter tours to
Asiatics, I get rapturous applause.
I get rheumatics.
We brave the mystic Orient.
Shanghai, Calcutta, and Pasadena.
And next week it's Soak on Tread.
That's a no -beating.
That's a no -beating.
That's a no -beating.
That's a no -beating. That's a no -beating.
That's a no -beating.
I play hillocks and bonsai trees.
Suki's our producer's girlfriend.
She's glamorous, she's all right.
She gives many a great performance.
And some of them twice are not.
He thinks he's a great big star.
You can see he's got a big head and a very big repertoire.
Oh, Oslo, Oslo, Oslo.
Bells, gongs and timbres in our Japanese barn. Each one has a...
your throat to understand.
One small clangor stands for anger. Two means fun and glee.
And a cheerful toot from a bamboo flute means beans for tea.
Those bombs and cymbals may sound distinctly quaint, but a cymbal is
and a ukulele ain't. A hearty bong and a brick brass gong denote delightful
calm. And this little bell means run like hell. It's a fire alarm.
Now, Kamikaze Company are proud to present Traditional no -no play, The
the Cobra's Daughter.
It's about a snake in the glass. No, no, it's about girl child of honorable shoe
repairer, Cobra's Daughter.
No, no, no, not Cobra's Daughter.
English, they are saying cobbler. Ah, never mind, we still got to do it.
Once there was a cobbler.
She was very slim and very, very dim.
But they were... And her
lovely... Daughter loved the poor
man, loved him very dearly. But her mother said, Oh, him
you never will.
He's no, got no. You can't wed a poor man when he's got no.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.
So there came a poor rich man, came to call the daughter.
He had lots of gold, oh, he was very old, oh.
on his pretty cobra's daughter didn't want his
silly daughter
had a problem which of them to
marry one was far too old or he had got no gold or
but his it was
Lots of... We've
come to the end of the no -no play. So we pack our bags for a trip away.
To the land where the geese shall skate all day.
Hooray for the no -no day. It's back to the land of the rising sun. Where the
gee -dime treats are a lot of fun. Where the guys get cake and the girls get a
bun. Hooray!
to return to Japan again with a sookie at his two -pound ten. We'll trot to the
spot where the price is not too much for a meal if you've got a yen. We'll go
with a gang of the Ming and Tang to the slant -eyed Bangkok gentlemen.
We'll both do a bunk in a beat -up junk and we won't come back that way.
We're off to the land of the OT shops with the chopsticks and the flapjack
and you can't get chips with karate chops.
Hooray! So it's back to the land we call Japan for a well -endressed for an
unking man with a bent bamboo and a busted fan. Hooray!
in the Joppy No -No Play. You can stick the bottom margin on the comic card.
Just about all that time for tonight, we were very disappointed that we didn't
get to meet Ivan Bedlinov after his big win tonight in the World Pickle -Eating
Championships. He was going to rush over here straight after an interview on
ITV, but apparently he was afraid of repeating himself.
Some late sports news. At Helsinki today, the Irish team had to withdraw
the World Fencing Championships because they ran out of creosote.
West London Police.
West London Police wish to alert local residents about the activities of the
infamous cross -eyed burglar. If you see this man staring in your windows, warn
the people next door.
And finally, we've news from the Braille Society's annual fate that a Dundee
cake which fell from its stand and came to rest on the next table took first
prize in the short story competition.
Next. Next week we'll be meeting the silly scientist who crossed his cat with
gorilla and now gets put out every night himself.
And the Reverend Ian Paisley will be here to tell us that cleanliness is next
godliness, but only in an Irish dictionary.
Until then, it's goodnight from me. And it's goodnight from him. Goodnight.
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