Good evening, and it's nice to be back with you for the last show of the
series, isn't it, Ron? Yes, it is very nice indeed.
Well, it's not nice that it's the last one of the series, but it's very nice to
be back with you for it.
And as it's the last show, we've got some special items for you. We've got
mass pipes of the National Federation of Tobacconists.
And we'll be talking to Herbert Nudge, a retired goldfish breeder, who's been
appointed head of a committee to solve the pollution problem in the English
Channel, and he's told reporters that his first job will be to see that the
waters change three times a week.
And now the news.
A man who blindfolds policemen and steals their spectacles struck again in
Putney tonight.
Police are groping for a tall man in a grey raincoat.
And the world's greatest jigsaw puzzle designer was divorced today after his
wife had found he was keeping a piece on the side.
Thieves broke into a warehouse today and stole a lorry containing 14 tonnes of
butter and eggs.
The lorry later collided with a milk float on the A24.
Police are now looking for two men driving a 40 -foot omelette.
And now, now the weather.
Here are today's temperature recordings.
Birmingham, 78.
London, 72.
Manchester, 75.
Liverpool, 80.
And Liverpool go on to meet Birmingham in the final.
Mr Heath today announced the currency changes that will go into effect when
Britain joins the Common Market.
The pound and the prank will join forces and become the prank.
The lira will join forces with the mark and become the lark.
The gilder will join the fennig and become the filder. There'll be ten
the lark, three larks in the park, six filders to the milder, five squarks to
the splark and three coins to the pundit.
And finally...
Some bad news for Mr. Pompidou.
Mrs. Pompidou don't.
Morning.
Can I give you a second?
Aye.
Well, what's your trouble?
Well, Doctor, it's just that I keep feeling faint.
What do you mean, faint?
Dizzy, do you mean?
No, not really, you know, just faint. I just feel sort of very faint at times.
All the time, is it?
No, no.
I go all faint for a minute and then I'm all right again.
Any other symptoms?
Well, I'm getting thinner. My wife says I'm wasting away.
And my mind keeps going blank. I'm not here half the time.
Not much for me to go on, is it?
Well, it's a little bit difficult to describe, really.
Also, I get this floating feeling.
Oh, really?
Just as if I was floating.
Well, the trouble with you is you worry about yourself too much.
Either that or you don't like work.
My advice to you is to snap out of it, pull yourself together and come down to
earth.
A lot of your sort come in here, you know.
hoping for a few days off.
I know the type.
I can see right through them.
So I'd be very much obliged if you'd just push off and stop wasting my time.
Oh, well, if that's the way you feel about it, I'm very happy to hear it. Oh,
good day.
Ah, Angela, I'm making a note on Mr Mill's file. I don't want him in here
wasting my time every week. So if he comes in here saying he feels faint...
him out. He's no more faint than I am.
Where are those paperclips?
Oh, they're here in the drawer.
Oh, and that's another thing. The bromide you gave me last week doesn't
either.
You're gonna make it.
Remember me as the sunny day that you weren't there
along the way.
Day, night, fire, you will.
And my faith, the moment after, denied by
you.
I want to talk to you tonight about statistics.
Or, to put it another way, statistics tonight to talk to you about I want.
A recent survey conducted in Bolton has proved conclusively that ten out of ten
people who live in Bolton live in Bolton.
Although three out of ten people who live in Bolton think they live in
Birmingham. On further questioning, five out of ten people who agreed with us
agreed with us that they agreed with us.
Of the remaining five, five out of ten remained out of the ten from which the
five out of ten who agreed with us that they agreed with us remained.
Or, to put it another way, my dog eats meat.
I eat meat, therefore I eat my dog, and quite the wish as he was.
The mind accepts the logical trap. The logical trap accepts the mind, except
logical mind is such a trap.
What does it all mean? Well, six out of six people, or to put it another way,
seven out of seven, or to really simplify it, one in every one.
And another thing. It takes four hours to get to Luton by elephant, and only 20
minutes by train. There's no question the train is faster. But the elephant's
got a restaurant car.
Or, to put it another way, seven out of ten people believe that margarine
contains more butter than butter.
Four out of every two people choose advertising.
Commercials show that nine out of ten people in white coats are actors, and
three out of four actors choose work.
Or, to put it another way, 28 % of the population do the pool, and 72 % of the
population own dogs. This means that 100 % of the population own dogs that do
pools.
Out of 100 football fans, 53 % prefer home wins, 31 % prefer away wins, and 16
prefer draws.
And 98 % prefer no draws.
people with no drawers shouldn't live in glass houses.
Or throw stones at dogs when they're doing their pools.
But what does it all mean?
What does it all mean? Well, three out of ten people think it's rubbish, four
out of ten agreed, two out of ten said no, and one in ten disagreed. And that
one in ten is homosexual, so who cares what she thinks of the stupid old queen?
And what do I think? Well, 35 % of me thinks I'm mad, two out of five of me
disagrees, and nine out of 17 leaves eight. Take away the number you first
thought of, multiply the date by the queen's birthday, and what you're left
invariably figure nine.
3 -9 -27 or 9 -9 -9, dial 9 -9 -9 and call me an ambulance.
Three out of ten ambulances are engaged, two out of three of them are married.
Six out of seven of them are on their way to the loony bin, and nine out of
of them are full of statistics.
Ninety -nine times out of a hundred, this sketch ends with two men in white
suits carrying me off, and tonight is very good.
I'm sure you will recall, dear reader, how in the last chapter I spoke of my
entry into the world of the silver screen.
My first assignment was with the great film star, Donald Fairchild, Jr.
Who, although small in stature, had, I was told, an enormous attention.
I certainly looked up to him.
Almost immediately I had been given a somewhat difficult role, which through
inexperience I had bungled hopelessly.
But fear not, gentle reader, I did not perish.
My dress caught on a tree.
Is that you, Henrietta?
Of course it is. I recognise her underwear. I mean, I recognise her
I heard you the first time. Well, we had supper together the other night,
remember?
Well, don't just stand there. Cut her down.
This will make you sleep better, Miss Berkey.
Thank you.
The doctors insisted that I should rest.
Although, apart from lots of bumps and bruises, I was uninjured.
Mr Goldberg was constantly at my bedside.
And Mr. Fairchild Jr.
was also very attentive.
Henrietta, baby, how are you?
I've got bumps all over me.
Boy, you can say that again.
Hi, Sam, what's the matter? Don't they feed you at home anymore?
I have no home. I thought you lived with your wife. You call that living?
Listen, what got you out of bed so early? Couldn't you keep awake?
Come on, Henrietta, I want to carry you off of my magic chauffeur -driven
carpet. Slip into something tight and we'll hit the town.
But, Donald, the doctor says I've got to rest.
Just lie here and let nature take its course.
He's been reading my mail again.
Come on, I want to show you America.
The doctor says she's got to rest.
Oh, Sam, a little of what your fancy does you good. That's what my old mother
used to say. What did your old mother used to say? Drop dead.
And did you?
You really are the retiring type, ain't you? And the sooner the better.
Listen to the press boys out there. I really can't wait to get in here.
Oh, no, Donald.
Don't worry, I'll do all the talking. He means it, he means it.
Come on in, boys.
Hiya, Mr. Fairchild. Hello there, Mr. Willowburg.
Oh, Miss Beckett. Okay, hold it, hold it now, hold it. Now, listen. Miss
Beckett's just had a sedative, so she's kind of drowsy. So take it easy, will
ya? You got five minutes. Okay.
How long have you been in pictures, Miss Beckett?
A week. A week?
Oh, what do you think of that, boys?
A real name? No, a real name. name's Abraham Lincoln. We changed it. It
too Jewish.
What's she like to work with, Mr. Fairchild? Absolutely marvelous. You
words, this girl's going right to the top. One of these days, she's going to
as big as I am. What do you mean, one of these days? She's as big as you are
now.
Only with high heels on. Exactly. When you ain't got your heels on, she's even
bigger.
The interview continued happily enough, and I must say it was a great relief to
me that Donald and Sam were taking charge of the proceedings.
For to tell the truth, I had begun to feel more and more drowsy.
As I said, it took effect.
However, I did my best to keep awake.
Miss Beckett, would you mind telling us when you were born?
When? Yeah, tell us when you were born.
1825.
That's ridiculous, Miss Beckett. That'll make you about 98.
That'll make you about 98.
About 98.
98. 98.
98.
The little room above the public bar of the Three Crutches Inn, where I had
fallen in with thieves and pickpockets.
And where, exhausted and hungry, I finally lay down and slept.
I lived again those terrible days in prison.
My heart sinking in despair and in turn leaping with joy when told that my
release had been secured.
My dear Mr and Mrs McMaster.
My debut as an actress in this celebrated theatrical company.
And the unfortunate affair of the week.
Once again the scene changed.
I was in the Crimea with dear Captain Featherstone and well -meaning Corporal
Clark. And I remembered how terrible the conditions had been.
Oh, God, will I never see an end to this accursed mud.
That's custard, sir.
More pictures floated into my mind.
I seemed to be in Paris once again.
I shivered as I remembered that misty morning when two men's lives were at
because of me.
My brain began to whirl.
Strange images floated before my eyes.
A portrait with eyes that moved.
A coffin that walks.
A train. A train that wouldn't stop.
98.
Almost back to normal now, Mr. Beckett.
Feeling better, Henrietta, dear?
Nothing to worry about, don't worry, my dear. You had a little accident, that's
all. An accident?
You don't remember, do you? You were out in the fields with Mr. Jinks, and you
fell off him.
Oh, I see.
Back to a head.
You'll be right as ninepence in no time.
Aren't you going to say hello to Mummy, then?
Hello, Poppy.
Well,
the doctor says we can take you home again, if you're feeling up to it.
What do you say? Tea and toast in front of the fire in the library?
Scrumptious. Oh, is Mr. Pink's all right? Oh, he's all right, yes. Be right
ninepence in no time. Graze one of his hind legs, that's all.
Yes, he'll be back on his milk round on Monday.
Well, I'll make myself scared, shall I? While you get your dogs on. Yes, off you
go. Well, well, my dear.
You sure you can cope now? Because you still look a little peaky to me.
Or was it a dream?
It had seemed so very vivid.
One thing was certain.
It was a great joy to realise that this was, after all, 1971.
That the curtain had at last fallen on all those strange and at times
adventures.
I left the hospital with an overwhelming feeling of relief.
I was going home once more.
Home to a life of peace and obscurity.
Did you see that girl? What girl?
She's just what we're looking for for the show.
I didn't see her.
Oh, she had some wonderful attributes.
Be precise. How many?
Two.
I am managing director of a company with a very large export commitment.
I work for a hardware firm with a very large annual turnover.
I work for the public health department with a very large shovel.
I start work at 9 .30 and finish when I have completed my day's schedule.
I start work at 9 o 'clock and finish when the hooter goes.
I start work at 8 .30 and finish when it gets too dark to see what I'm
shoveling.
I work in a large suite of centrally heated air -conditioned offices in the
End. I work in a converted warehouse in Camden Town.
I work in the fresh air, but only when the wind's in the right direction.
Although I am managing director, I must always be on my guard against a younger,
ambitious man usurping my position in the organisation.
I, too, have to be on the lookout in case anyone's after my job.
I have to tread carefully and all.
Not counting entertainment and out -of -pocket expenses, I receive an annual
increment of £12 ,000 a year.
I receive an annual increment of £2 ,800 a year.
I don't have anything to do with increments.
Quite the reverse.
We all serve the community in our different ways.
But are we really conscientious enough in our attitude to work?
I have to take a little of my work home with me in order to relieve the pressure
on my subordinates.
I take quite a lot of work home, otherwise I'd lose a lot of commission.
I take a load of work home in order. My rhubarb's coming on a treat!
And into his world came a sweet young girl.
And he took her all his bride.
He took her all his bride.
Tom, Tom, turn around. Don't ever let me down.
Don't ever leave my life.
Tom, Tom, turn around. Don't ever let me down. Take me for your wife.
Please take me for your wife.
Tom Tom's called away, but his wife's a thing he'd never had to leave before.
Sweet young wife only fears for the good life that she may see no more.
And then he heard her call.
Tom Tom, turn around, don't ever let me down.
Don't ever leave my life.
Tom, Tom, turn around, don't ever let me down. You can leave your wife.
No, you can leave your wife.
Tom, Tom returned, but only to learn there was truth in the words he'd
Sweet young wife found a new kind of life.
A strong man's heart was torn.
Will he always hear that call?
Tom, Tom, turn around.
Don't ever let me down. Don't ever leave my life.
Tom, Tom, turn around. Don't ever let me down.
You can't leave your wife.
No, you can't leave your wife.
Tom, Tom's alone in a world of his own when he hears a new voice call.
Be my man. I'll do all that I can.
Is this what he's been waiting for?
Will he turn and answer her call?
Tom, Tom, turn around I'll never let you down I'll never leave your life
Tom, Tom, turn around I'll never let you down Take me for your
wife Please take me for your wife Tom, Tom, turn
around
And Tom Tom turned around And Tom Tom turned around
And Tom Tom turned around And Tom Tom turned
around And Tom Tom turned around
This is the last program in this series, and I must say that I'm certainly going
to miss this chair, you know.
It's so comfortable, really. You know, most chairs I sit on, my feet don't
the ground.
Mind you, when I was a child, I was even smaller, you know.
You don't believe me, do you? No, I was, honestly.
I could stand up and my feet didn't reach the ground.
If my father hadn't been so generous, I'd have been a foot taller.
Every time he saw me, he would give me a penny and say, there's a good boy,
there's a good boy, there's a good boy. Then my brother came along and he was
even smaller than me.
He's probably one of the few people who have ever been up a vacuum cleaner.
We were very lucky, though, we didn't live in a very tough district. You know,
you must have noticed that, you know, most comedians were brought up in tough
districts. Not me, no. Where I lived, you could have a reign of terror with a
balloon on a stick.
Some of the kids were so soft they were even frightened of me.
And the most daring thing I ever did, I used to leave my bike outside a shop,
then I'd sneak up and let my tyres down.
Strangely enough, not being tall never affected my relationship with girls.
They didn't like me anyway.
I was 24 when I first went out with my first girlfriend.
Or when I seconded out with my first girlfriend. When I first went out with
second girlfriend. No, when I first went out with my girlfriend, I was 24.
Gladys Hardboard was her name.
She was thin but youthful.
We used to... We used to do our courting in the local cemetery, you know.
Me standing on a headstone and her with one foot in the grave.
But actually...
What I wanted to tell you about was, after the show last week, a chap came up
me and said, I've often wondered, you know, what you do when you're not on
television.
It was my agent, actually.
I never recognised him because I haven't seen him since we were nuns together on
The Sound of Music.
Sonny and The Sound of Music. Oh, yeah, that's enough.
I said to him, I see you've got out of the habit.
He said, no, actually, I haven't. I'm on probation at the moment.
So he said, what do you do, repeat it again, what do you do when you're not on
TV? Well, I said, if I'm not working in the theatre, you know, I'll take a
little holiday, which brings me rather neatly into what I was actually, you
know, going to tell you about, the story of an incident that happened to me last
year when I was on my holiday in Spain.
I say Spain, you know, to give the story a bit of atmosphere and character.
Actually, I spent my summer holiday in Arbroath.
But you've heard so many stories about Arbroath, I thought I'd better make it
Spain. And anyway, since it's about bullfighting, it makes a little bit more
sense if I tell it about Spain, you know, rather than Arbroath. If I told
story about a wonderful bullfighter saw in Arbroath, you wouldn't believe for a
minute, would you?
So anyway, I'm in Spain on my holidays. I'm walking down the road, and I happen
to notice this little bar, you see, and I thought I'd pop in for a little glass
of wine.
Standing there sipping. And during the time I was in the bar, I couldn't help
noticing all around the wall of this bar were booze heads, you know, mounted on
the wall.
They'd been stuffed.
You could tell by the surprised look on their faces.
I said to the barman, why all the booze heads?
He said, ah, senor, he said, ah, senor. I think he was from Arbroath as well.
He said, ah, senor, he said, these bulls, I kill my own hands.
Well, actually, I'm sorry, he didn't do that. I'm sorry.
No, no, he didn't do that. These bulls, I kill my hands. No, these bulls, yes, I
kill my hands.
Now, I don't want to malign the fellow. You know, if he didn't do that, it's not
fair to say he did do that. No, he said, these bulls, he said, I kill with my
own hands.
I have my own hand. He said, when I'm a bullfighter, he said, I kill all these
bulls with my own bare hands.
He said, that bull I kill in Madrid, that one I kill in Barcelona, that one I
kill in Toledo, that one I kill in Sicily. I said, it's wonderful. I said,
about the big black one on the corner? He said, sir, we no speak of that bull.
That bully killed my brother.
Oh, I said, I'm sorry. I wouldn't have wrote stuff. I shouldn't have mentioned
it. I said, you know, I didn't think. I said, I didn't realize. Was your brother
a bullfighter as well? He said, no.
One night he's sitting in the corner having a drink and the bloody thing
down and hits him.
Mr. and Mrs.
Cuthbertson, please.
Oh, by the way, if any of the babies do start to cry rather loudly, I'd be very
grateful if the mothers would simply...
Otherwise,
you won't hear a word I'm saying.
What's he saying?
I couldn't hear you if that blasted baby cried.
Don't swear in church, George.
I didn't. Mr and Mrs Cuthbertson, please.
Sorry.
Thank you.
Has this child been baptised or no?
No. No, no. No, it hasn't. No.
You just have to say no.
No.
Could I have a card, please?
It's here, this one.
Where is it? Where are we?
No.
It's all right, carry on.
Sorry, sorry.
Dost thou in the name of this child renounce the devil and all...
It's not Eric.
What do you mean?
It's not Eric, dear. It's somebody else's baby.
Don't be daft.
Don't call me daft, dear. That's a Chinese baby.
What? It's a Chinese baby.
Don't be daft. Don't keep saying I'm daft, dear. The baby's definitely of
Chinese origin.
Ooh.
Are you sure? I mean, perhaps he's been crying rather a lot with little eyes as
well.
Oh, no, it's definitely a Chinese baby.
Oh, well, uh... Your wife must have slipped up somewhere, then.
Pardon? I mean, she must have got something the wrong way round.
Pardon?
What I mean is she must have picked up the wrong pram or something.
Because then you must have picked up the wrong pram or something.
Oh, dear.
Look, when was it you went down the Chinese to get that takeaway meal?
Was that... When was that? Was that last... Was that last Thursday?
No, it was Friday.
But Eric was in bed then.
Perhaps you forgot Eric was in bed and you wheeled another baby home.
Don't be daft.
Then we would have had two babies indoors, silly.
Yes, look, we'd better sort this out. I'll just give the congregation a hymn
be going on with.
The congregation will now sing hymn number 698, A Stranger is Among Us, So
We Heed His Cry.
OK.
What?
You haven't been two -timing me, have you?
George. You didn't have twins, did you, eh?
And you'd be keeping this one from me, tucking it under the blanket from the
cot, hoping I wouldn't notice.
Oh, George, you are stupid.
I wouldn't have one Chinese and one English baby, would I?
Well, stranger things have happened at sea, dear.
What's the sea got to do with it? We're in Neasden.
Well, strange things happen in Neasden and all.
Look, the point is, what are we going to do about it?
Do you think we ought to have it christened?
What? Can't call a Chinese baby Eric, can you?
Ting Chong.
What's that?
That's the name of the new laundrette, Ting Chong Laundrette. That's Chinese.
Chinese for what?
Might be Chinese for five minutes, dear.
Can't call him Five Minutes Cuthbertson, can we?
Very strange on a visiting card, that would.
I don't know any more Chinese names.
I'm certainly not going to exchange our little minds, you know, for a stranger,
don't think.
Look, have you come to any decision yet? Because some of the babies are getting
rather wet at both ends.
Well, we feel we can't accept responsibility for this little mite. We
continue our search for Eric. He is, after all, the one we started with, and
do feel our loyalties, you know, in some ways, lie towards him.
outside the church.
I put the pram by the door and then I went down the road.
Yes, well, I don't understand a word you're saying, but I think I get your
drift. Yes, I'm awfully sorry about that.
Your turn will come in a minute.
I'm sorry.
Ever so sorry.
Well,
now we can start again, can't we?
Doth thou, in the name of this child, renounce the devil?
This one appears to be a black one. Is that all right?
That's not ours either.
Oh, really, Elsie? Honestly, I don't know. If you like this now, what's it
to be like after we're married?
They told me when I left the jailhouse, now try to go straight if you can.
Now I'm doing fine cause I'm on a straight line to work before the
oh Lord, to work before the railroad man.
Oh, I crouched all night laying track down.
And the wind on the back made me choke.
And a pelt at the bottom had to fall out of my life till I found that my braces
had broke. Oh, Lord, I found that my braces had broke.
Someone stole my hammer, but I still got on my bread.
I've changed the brain when you're standing on your hands and driving in
rivers with your head low, low. And driving in the rivers with your head.
There's a curving track up yonder.
I think it's a beginning over end.
I've tried going straight but it's dead too early.
I think I'm a -goin' round the bend No, Lord, I think I'm a -goin' round the
bend Thank
you
very much.
Thank you very much. Hi there, lovely people.
It sure is a downright treat to be with you again. Ain't that right, Fat Belly?
Sure is, Big Jim.
My buddy, ladies and gentlemen, Fat Belly Jones.
Howdy, people.
How are they?
Yes, sir, it always is a privilege to be allowed into your homes like this, and
Fat Belly here, of course, he's been in more homes than I have, ain't you? Yeah,
that's right, Jim, yeah.
Just come out of one last week.
Are you better?
Oh, sure enough, Jim, yeah.
I ain't right, but I'm better.
Of course, you know, traveling around the countryside as we do, you know, not
doing a regular job, you know, just getting our food and shelter where we
well, kind of affects you, you know, good people. Really does. A strange sort
feeling comes over you.
Pleasant, unworldly calm settles in your soul.
And we have a name for that in the folk world. We call it laziness.
I love being lazy.
I really work at it.
Now, we just sung you a work song, and now we're going to sing you a love song,
because love and work, well, they're the really two big things in people's
lives, ain't they? I mean, what else is there? Well, there's food.
Yeah, we tried that one time, didn't we?
Fat Pelly wrote a song all about food once. What do you call that song, Fat
Pelly? I'm in love with a big red jelly.
Never caught on, though.
No, no, it certainly didn't. Boy, that was a lulu.
It was a lulu, yeah.
People didn't know whether to sing it, eat it, or throw it in the fan.
Anyway, here's a song in Fat Belly. Fat Belly here's got a new instrument.
He's just invented. Show the good people your new instrument, Fat.
Well, there it is, Big Jim. That's it here, see?
Yeah, there we are. Mighty Strange.
Mighty strange piece of equipment you've got there, boy. Well, that's very sweet
of you, Jim. What do you rightly call it? Well, I don't rightly call it
anything, Big Jim, but I suppose if I was to call it anything, well, I guess
call it Norman.
Why, Norman?
It's my favorite name.
But that's for a man.
Oh, I like women, too, if I call Norman.
You're right. You ain't right, are you? No.
Okay, let's hit the song. A little song Fat Belly thought of while he was taking
a bath and it's called The Dimples in Her Cheeks.
Oh, the dimples in her cheeks Oh, the dimples in her cheeks And the ribbons in
her hair And the ribbons in her hair And the rosebuds in her lips And the
rosebuds in her lips And the lacy underwear Oh, the dimples in her cheeks
There's a girl who lives in me pretty as a pin.
Whenever I go by her place, she always lets me in.
She's a girl without no brain. She's simple, so they say.
But when I take her in the woods, she always knows the way.
Oh, the nipple's in her teeth.
And the sunburn's on her knees.
And the music in her voice.
And she drives so hard at peace, oh, some burn on her knees.
Well, first she met me wearing pants and pushing an old iron plow.
At first I thought she was a boy, but I don't think so now.
Sometimes we go for buggy rides, and other times we walk.
I'd like to ask the gal her name, but we don't get time to talk.
Whoa, whoa. Pulled her jeans.
And the purple's on her back.
And she loves my brother Jack.
What a shame she married Jack.
Here we go, the dozy dough. All John Hansen ready to go.
Here's to the girl who's pretty and neat. And here's to the girl with two
feet. Swing your partner round and round, bash her in the ceiling, bang her
the ground.
Grab her by the ankles quick, swing around until she sticks.
Now the ladies take their place, crouching down like a sitting duck.
Grab your partner round the waist, pull him to the ground, and the best of luck.
Ladies, turn the other way. The men advance. Don't try to stop them. You
your arms in mock dismay. You bow to the men, and then you drop them.
Not you, darling.
Now is the time to end our song. Hope we ain't broke up your bones. So we'd like
to say so long.
Big Jim Johnson. Pat Belly Jones.
Well, that's all for this week and indeed the present series.
We'd like to thank everyone who's been on the show during the series. Yes,
especially our regular guests, Tina Charles, New World and Madeline Smith.
And there's still some time for late news.
After Scotland Yard had reported that Ronald Biggs had undergone extensive
plastic surgery, Interpol tonight put him on their list of the ten most wanted
women.
Raquel Welsh was rushed to hospital tonight with a temperature of 105.
The doctor who examined her was rushed out of the hospital with a temperature
160.
A man who'd swallowed five pounds worth of pennies and halfpennies was rushed to
Southend Hospital yesterday.
Doctors say he spent a quiet night and 43 pence.
They don't expect any change tomorrow.
And at an international get -together in London this evening, the drunken host
took a pen away from a man from Pennsylvania, removed the wig of a man
Wigan, and the tie of a man from Thailand.
A lady from Nicaragua left hurriedly.
And now it's goodnight from me. And it's goodnight from him. Goodnight.
Goodnight.