Good evening. It's marvellous to be with you again, isn't it, Ronnie? Absolutely
splendid. We've got a packed show for you tonight, including the dramatic
society of the Earl of Hendon's Trouser Factory.
They'll be presenting a scene from Lord of the Flies.
But first, a sensational piece of news.
Sheikh Haroon al -Rahm is being sued for divorce by his 500 wives.
Apparently, they all came home early last night and caught him with 500 other
women.
It was his first step.
Foreign news.
Uganda. At the press conference today in the Garden of Government House, General
Amin was asked what he was going to do about tightening up defence.
He replied, the man with the nails is coming to mend it.
And we're very glad to say that General Armeen has just purchased 26 episodes of
the BBC programme Pot Black.
Under the impression that it's a cooking programme.
A man... A man was accused at Bow Street today of stealing
and eating 300 hard -boiled eggs.
He was bound over for six months.
And an aeroplane, which is run entirely on North Sea gas, was flown for the
first time today, watched by government officials.
After the flight, they all shook hands, and everyone agreed that it was a
complete failure.
They said a spokesman, or a spokesman even, a spokesman, that's how you get
they said a spokesman, an enormous number of shillings are required for the
meter, the passenger compartment is like an oven, and the pilot keeps going out.
The wedding took place in Torquay today of Sylvia Lummox for 27 years at Cinema
Usharet. The organist played selections from The Sound of Music, the sidesman
sold ice creams at the door, and the bride, all in white, came down the aisle
backwards waving a torch.
And at a certain church in Hertfordshire, both the vicar and his
have been reprimanded by the church committee after allegations of
They found his vest in her pantry and her pants in his vestry.
And now, now a sketch which is extremely offensive to people who don't have
television set.
So all those without television sets should switch off now.
Oh, come in, Clive.
How are you?
It's a viney, is it? That's right.
That's the idea. Would you sit down, please?
Welcome to Harley Street.
Thank you.
Well, now, what seems to be the trouble, hmm? Well, I've got this terrible pain
right across the middle of my back. Oh, dear, dear, dear. Well, just spit the
jacket off, would you, and we'll have a look at it. That's the idea. Thank you.
Thank you.
That's a nice bit of stuff.
Handmade, is it?
Yes, yes, it is.
What would you favour to suit like that?
About 50 guineas, I think. Really? 50? Yes.
I've got a fellow who makes them up for me. 30 quid, you know. Very good suits.
Very nice. I'll give you his name. Oh, thank you. Can I just take the pulse?
Yes.
That's a nice watch, isn't it?
How much would you pay for a watch like that?
About £100.
Really? Look, tell you what, you can have this one for 70. Look, it's
gold. It's self -winding, three months guarantee. No, thank you, I don't want
it.
20 quid, then, eh? No, I don't want it. No, I'm quite right, quite right.
Don't let me pressure you. After all, you've come here for advice, haven't
I'm a specialist. We have to have some sort of relationship of trust, don't we?
Yes. Look, 10 quid and I'm robbing yourself.
Can I see you about my back, please? Oh, yes, your corn back, yes.
Come on, let's have a look at that.
Yes. That's it.
Yes.
Oh, well, you know the trouble, you've been sitting awkwardly, you know.
Sitting, really? Yes, it's that suit of yours. That suit?
Yeah, binds you round the back. Now, this tailor I know, he's a Greek boy,
fix you up.
He'll do a really lovely job. Wouldn't bind you round the back at all. Nice
lapels, three buttons down there, two side vents, slight flare, you know,
Italian mohair, beautiful job. 30 quid, no questions asked. You can't say better
than cat.
You can't say better than cat, can you?
You can't say better, even if you were a vet, you couldn't say better than cat.
I mean, where can you get a Harley Street specialist who would do it
eh? If you'd just like to have a look through those, I'll just... Excuse
me a minute. Please, look.
I've got quite sufficient suits of my own. Okay, okay, forget it. Forget it
Forget anything I ever said. After all, your suits are your own affair, aren't
they? You've come to see me about the medical advice, haven't you? Of course
have. And medical advice you will get. There we are. How do you fix for cup
final tickets? All right?
Ebrock, beautiful. They're 750 the pair. What, a five are they? I mean, I'm not
doing any papers, you know. I mean, I can get 20 quid for these on the day.
look, please, look at my back. Oh, your back.
Yes, I'm all right.
Let's have a look. These are nice, padded, comfortable seats. No, I'm not
interested.
No, no, I don't... Look, you can trust me. I'm a specialist. I wouldn't sell
duff seats, would I?
I mean, there are doctors around here that sell you seats behind a pillow.
I'm not interested in football. No, all right. My back is... Okay, yes.
Well, just... No, don't worry. Just... No, let's... Oh, yes, yes.
Do you take much exercise at all? Well, I haven't been taking much. No, well,
you should. You should, really, shouldn't you, eh?
Ever thought of taking up golf at all? Well, funnily enough, I have. Look at
these clubs. Beautiful.
I don't want no clubs.
Just lie down. Just lie down. That's fine.
Just lie down there.
That's it. That's the way there.
Now then, we can... Ever get any liver trouble?
Well, I've had pains there. Drink a lot, do you?
Quite a lot, yes. Would you like some nice Norwegian brandy? £60.
I've got a lorry load outside.
Well, you can have the lorry for £30. No, I don't want it. You'll have to re
-spray it and change it.
No, I don't want it. Well, I'll tell you what.
£25 and I'll throw in the medical advice. Look, will you please look at my
I am looking.
I am looking. I'm looking. I'm looking at it.
Very tense, too.
Massage. That's what you need, you know. A good masseur. Now, I've got one here.
Fully qualified.
Highly recommended.
Brunette. Big girl. Know what I mean? Very big girl.
I'm not interested in girls. Oh, will you come to the right place?
Give me two quid for the watch. No, I don't want it. Well, 30 bucks. No, I
don't. Well, give me a pound or I'll hit you. No!
I'll get the boys around and duff you up, wasting my time.
No wonder we're all going to America.
Thank you.
Grant me, grant me just one thing.
Make my wife quite as pretty, quite as smart, quite as intelligent, and twice
sexy as she is now.
My dear, please.
Large deal in tonic, sir.
You're new here, aren't you?
No. I've been here about two years.
Oh, it must be me, then.
That's why I've never seen you in here before. I've never been in here before.
That would account for it. Yes, it would, wouldn't it, eh?
Two years, eh?
Well, you must be very fond of it.
The work, I mean.
You meet a lot of people.
Yes, yes, of course you do.
I do think you're a pretty good judge of a person, aren't you?
Could I have a pineapple juice, please?
A small one, sir.
Yes,
why not?
Yes, you're a pretty good judge, all right.
Pay well here to them. Oh, all right.
I should think a pretty girl like you must be worth her weight in gold, a
like this.
Flattery will get you nowhere.
No, no.
Once or twice, yes.
Do you think you're attractive?
I'm too tall.
Oh, I like tall girls. Me too.
Did you say something?
Who, me?
No.
The taller the better.
Right. What? Pardon?
Are you local then, are you, sir? No, no, no. Just passing through, you know.
I'm staying at the plough.
You know it?
Nice bedroom.
Oh, really?
You know the bedrooms at the plough, do you?
Well, I must say, you interest me enormously.
And me not quite so enormously.
Well, do you mind? I'm trying to have a private conversation with this young
lady. Now drink up and puddle off, will you?
Could I have another pineapple juice, please?
No, just ignore him. He'll probably go away.
What time do you finish here tonight?
Oh, half past ten. Why?
Oh, I was just wondering.
Would you like a drink?
No. I don't think I'd better.
That's a double.
Please don't think that I'm trying to get you drunk, because I'm really not.
sure? No, absolutely not. I promise I didn't mean that. I really didn't. I
I just meant that I thought you were very attractive. Beautiful.
Fantastic. And I thought I'd like to take you out for a meal. Me too. Because
you're friendly and warm, and, well, you just have such terrific... Knockers!
do fancy a meal later.
And here's my card.
Just phone me at the flower, yeah?
Look, Lillian, if you do go out for a bite to eat, for goodness sake, don't be
late. We've got to be up early tomorrow. You've got your mother coming over.
Someone once said marriage is a wonderful institution.
No family should be without it.
Ever since the Dark Ages, men and women have always felt the need of a mate.
Obviously, if a man wants to get married, the first thing he must do is
a girl.
This is not as easy as it sounds, especially if one is looking for certain
qualities.
For instance, you may find a girl with the brains of Dr. Einstein and the body
of Raquel Wells.
But this doesn't necessarily mean that she's right for you.
One should get to know a girl before
becoming involved.
A hasty decision might be regretted later.
selected your partner do not be disappointed if she is not the ideal
your dreams
courtship
is an operation which should be approached with caution on your first
simply take the girl to a park and leap on her.
Take her to an orchestral concert and let the music bring you together.
you are ready to take her in your arms.
And as you share that first embrace, you may find that she is only too willing
to participate.
These new sensations should not be pursued too vigorously, however.
There are dangers if the full tide of passion is unleashed too prematurely.
pay attentions to your love, do not be jealous.
Be proud that other men find her attractive.
Try to control yourself.
If this prank is difficult, sometimes it is useful to share your emotion with a
third party. For instance, her mother.
should try to arrange a romantic setting to propose, but whatever the time or
place, tradition demands that a proposal is made on the knees.
And
finally,
when the happy day arrives, make sure you have a house ready to move into.
Somewhere where you can close the front door on the outside world and start
married life in earnest.
Thank you, Dulcie.
Nice legs.
Yeah.
Awfully good tone, too.
What?
The piano.
No, the waitress. Nice legs.
Oh, the waitress. Yes, yes.
A trim craft.
You were fond of the girls, I was.
Used to be.
Gone awful, have you?
Not at all. Still as keen as ever.
Yes.
It's really a question of opportunity now, isn't it?
Yes,
I never seem to get the chance these days to show my prowess.
How long is it?
Since you had... Since you got... Since you made... Since you were...
Since you made love.
With a woman, I mean.
None of your damn business.
Since you did, I bet a pound.
What?
When did you last... When did you last...
have been about 1945.
1945?
That's a damn long time ago.
What do you mean?
It's only 2230 now.
Thank you.
Church.
On a winter's day.
If I didn't tell her.
if I may, to tell you a rather poignant little story about a man named Percy who
has a little pussycat called Tibbles.
Now, up to now, you've got to admit it's got a certain ring of truth about it.
Everybody has at some time known a man named Percy, or a cat called Tibbles, or
perhaps vice versa.
And in some cases, both.
And believe me, If you're one of these fortunate few, this story will bring the
tears springing to your eyes like a bus over your foot on a cold morning.
By the way, I didn't make this story up.
I read it in an old reader's digest, in between an article called Having Fun
with a Hernia and a story about a woman who brought up a family of four with one
hand while waiting for directory inquiries.
for the sake of a joke, you know.
Sometimes it's a joke, but tonight it was a lie.
No, it was actually told to me, the story, by our local vicar when I was
out at his church bait last week.
What a nice young chap this vicar is, full of new, young, modern ideas, you
know, like pray by mail and rent a soul and come and see the topless verger.
You know, he's always thinking of new ways, you know, of drumming up business.
You know, he goes up to people in the street and says, do you want to hear a
sermon?
He often stops me on my way home, often.
Hello, Ron, he says. Hello, Ron. Have you got time for a quick blessing?
What can you say? I get home a little bit late, the wife looks at me and she
says, you're blessed again.
As I was saying, we held this fete last week. Now, this fete was in aid of the
fund for the restoration of the vicarage.
You know, which has almost deteriorated beyond repair since it was built way
back at the early part of this year.
We had this... We had our festival, you know, with a crowd. With a crowd
estimated at its peak to be somewhere in the region of six.
Now, I suppose it was our own fault. We clashed with Polo at Hurlingham,
National Lifeboat Day, and a new weighing machine at Slough Station.
We did, however, have one bit... We did, however...
I have one bit of excitement.
When the local beauty queen from the tyre factory, Miss Retread of 1973...
She was selling kisses at 5p a time. An old Charlie
from the butchers had a quidsworth and got a bit over -involved.
But it all worked out all right, thanks to the local fire brigade, poor
policeman and a chap for the humane killer.
Then we had... Then we had...
Then we had the unusual pets competition.
Unusual pets.
Which, owing to a lack of support, was won by my wife's brother with a tin of
salmon.
Trailing this little tin of her.
Which reminds me of the joke I was going to tell you. It's come back to me.
About this chap who had this cat.
He was very fond of, you see.
And he phoned his brother one day and he said, is that you, Bert?
He said, is that, hello?
Is that you, Bert?
Yeah, it's me, he says. Bert, what do you want?
Interesting situation here, you know, where one brother has obviously got more
of his share of hormones.
Poor old Percy is very short of them indeed, you see.
So Percy says, look, Bert, he says, look, he said, I've got to go away for a
days, you know what I mean? And I was wondering if you would, perhaps, take
of little Tibbles for me.
Bert says, no, I don't want any sticking moggies in this house, he says.
Oh, please, Bert, please, Bert. He says, there's only you and dear old mum.
She's not been too well. And Tibbles and me have never been parted before, says
Bert, you see. So Bert says, all right then, he said. And the next night, Percy
rings long distance from where he went to, you see. He says, how's Tibbles?
How's Tibbles?
Bert said, he's dead.
Percy says, you say he's dead?
His brother said, yep, he's dead, all right.
I said, well, oh, he said, what a heartless way to break it to me, he
He said, couldn't you have spread the news a bit, you know, to soften out the
blow? He said, you know, like tonight you could have said he was playing with
his ball on the roof and he slipped and fell.
But he's going to be all right.
And then tomorrow night you could have said he didn't seem to be too well
the day, so I took him to the vet who gave him some medicine, but he's got
and he's passed away peacefully in his sleep.
He said, by the way, how's Mumsy?
Brother said, well, she was playing with a ball on the roof.
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise.
Its mission...
To explore beyond and behind this frontier.
To boldly go beyond where no man has gone behind before.
Approaching unidentified planet now, Captain.
Walk back to three.
Distance?
3 ,800 miles.
Velocity?
7 ,500 miles per hour, Captain.
Chronometric scale?
Similar to our own, sir.
21st century A .D.
Precise time at present moment?
Three minutes past eleven, Captain.
You don't say. Then where the hell's the coffee?
Mr. Spock. I wanted him to run checks on this planet before we landed.
He just slipped out for a moment, Captain.
What for?
Oh, he's only human, sir.
That's just it. He's not. He's a Vulcan.
He told me they never had to go at all.
Will you keep a steady course, Scotty? I'm going to find out where Spock is.
Thank you.
used to be.
Gary, what's happened?
Sir? I'm much smaller.
Good gracious, so you are, sir. But that's not possible.
but certain physical changes have taken place in your body, resulting in a
somewhat abbreviated version of your erstwhile good self.
My body? What about yours?
I regret, too, that I have become contaminated, but in a different
outwards as opposed to downwards.
I'm approximately twice as heavy as I was.
I think this phenomena should be investigated immediately, especially in
case, Captain.
Why me more than you? Well, with respect, Captain, if a thing swells, it
only get bigger.
But if it shrinks, it could disappear altogether.
What? You are very small, Captain.
And you're like the side of a house.
Verbal fisticuffs, I suggest, will get us no place at all.
Let us consider.
Who else on the starship has become affected?
Well, Lieutenant Uhura is the same shape and size as before, and... Just as
attractive. One tiny detail may have escaped your notice, Captain.
Yesterday, she was a Negro.
Captain! Captain!
Scotty. There seems to be something wrong with the computer bank. I'm
information back from the plant at all, Mr. Spark.
Pardon me, Scotty.
Hmm.
There appears to be a malfunction in the electronic brain cells themselves,
Captain. some force is being exerted which has the effect of twisting the
patterns, producing a kind of insanity within the machine itself.
Insanity? That's crazy.
That is another way of putting it, certainly.
Here, let me feed it a question.
Coordinates, please, of the planet in our immediate flight path.
Your weight is eight stone two.
Precise details, please. Type of planet, land mass, atmosphere, life forms.
Four passport photos.
Allow me, Captain.
Full report, please, on computer brain itself.
Self -analysis and diagnosis on override sanity circuit.
That should do it, Captain, if anything works.
deduce that this vast electronic brain is out of its tiny mind.
That does it, Scotty. Prepare to beam us down to the planet's surface. This
force must be coming from down there, Spock. I entirely agree, Captain. It
be investigated at once. Right, let's go.
As soon as we reach the transporter room, Scotty, beam us down. Then you
the planet and stand by. Aye, sir.
I'll say one thing. You make a lovely cup of coffee.
Prepare to beam us down, Scotty.
Energize.
Aye, aye, Captain.
Energizing now.
Increase power, Mr. Scott. We haven't gone yet.
Box gone, Scotty. I seem to be stuck here.
There's something wrong with the machine, Mr. Scott.
I've come back.
Me too.
Oh, Scotty. Override, Scotty. I feel like a yo -yo.
We're still here, Scotty.
Scotty, oh, for Pete's sake, Scotty!
Try the booster, Mr. Scott.
Oh, this is ridiculous.
I'll go and see if I can fix it.
I'll join you later.
Captain's log, stardate 2150.
Mr. Spock and I finally managed to land on the planet XJ340.
After trouble with the ship's computer, we set out to search for the source of
the strange evil force which had changed our shape.
It seems deserted.
It would appear so, Captain. However, Mr. Scott did beam us down as near to
force field as possible. We should be within a few feet of it. I suggest we
proceed with caution.
Search the area.
Good grief.
Greetings, Earthman.
Greetings. Are you in charge round about here?
Yes. There are...
who serve me.
So you're the head.
I am the master.
Tell me, headmaster.
Is it you who have been disrupting our starship and changing our physical
Yes. The ray emanates from the machine behind me, but I control it.
we're going to say everything twice, we'll never get out of here.
I suggest once is enough. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I mean, I'm just sorry.
Once. Your revenge, I believe you said. Yes.
I loaned my body to the scientists for experiments, and they never returned it.
They left me here like this, using my brain as a sort of clockwork machine.
Me!
Well, at least you can still sing.
Does nobody ever bring you food?
What good is food?
I have no stomach. Tough. And women? The same thing applies.
He has no inclination.
I'm becoming a vegetable.
What is your opinion, Captain?
I think he's off his head.
Nevertheless, an evil force which must be destroyed.
I...
Sergeant Enterprise, wait for me there.
I have the medical unit standing by.
Stardate 2172.
I beamed aboard the Enterprise and awaited Spock's return.
A few hours later, everything aboard was back to normal, including my size.
But of Spock, there was no sign. Thank you, Lieutenant Uhura.
I'm glad to see you've got your color back.
I seem to have returned to my normal six feet again.
It would appear that Mr. Spock has...
conquered the creature and nullified the ray. The question is, is he okay?
Scotty, is Spock back yet?
No, Captain.
And I don't like us being down here on the planet's surface.
Permission to blast off, sir?
Certainly not, Scotty. Not without Spock.
Somewhere out there, there are many other life forms.
Who knows?
One of them may have got Spock.
Goodbye? What happened?
I did become contaminated. I just grew and grew. I intend to stay here on the
planet's surface until I regain my normal size.
Farewell, Captain.
This is terrible.
Terrible. Don't worry, Captain.
You were right. There are other forms of life upon this planet.
One of them did get me, as you put it.
Say goodbye, Angelique.
Well, that's all for this week. Next week in our series, Great Optimists of
Time, we shall visit the Royal Hospital for Chelsea Pensioners and talk to the
man who designed the maternity wing.
Meanwhile, here's some pressing news.
British Customs arrested a famous Russian woman spy after the discovery of
miniature radios hidden in the cups of her bra.
We became suspicious when, from the top of her dress, we heard Kenneth McKellar
singing The Hills Are Alive with the sound of music.
Thieves broke into the National Art Gallery of New York this afternoon.
Immediately, police sealed off all the exits.
The thieves then escaped by all the entrances.
An insurance company. today refused to pay out a claim stating that Mr. Henry
Bowker was blind drunk and smoking in bed Mr. Bowker won his case when he
replied I was not in the least drunk and anyway the bed was already alight when
I got into it important statistics are published today as to why husbands get
out of bed at night it seems that 5 % get up to get a snack 10 % get up to go
the bathroom and 85 % get up to go home
Bow Street, an unemployed labourer was found guilty of running up and down
Downing Street at two in the morning shouting, all the government are barmy.
was given a two pound fine for being drunk and disorderly and a ten year jail
sentence for revealing a state secret.
So it's goodnight from me and it's goodnight from him. Goodnight.