The Public Are Idiots
The sketch:
Then cut to two twin-set-and-pearls ladies, Mrs Elizabeth III and Mrs
Mock Tudor. They are in a sitting room with vulgar furnishings. By the TV,
which they are watching, stands a small Arab boy. He has electrodes fixed to
him and wires stretching from a control box held by Mrs Elizabeth III. They are
watching the tramps.
- Mrs Mock Tudor (Graham)
- Bloody repeats!
She presses the switch. The arab boy flinches with pain and turns and
switches of the TV set.
- Mrs Elizabeth III (Terry J.)
- Yes, repeats or war films. It really makes you want to micturate.
- Mrs Mock Tudor
- People on television treat the general public like idiots.
- Mrs Elizabeth III
- Well we are idiots.
- Mrs Mock Tudor
- Oh no we are not!
- Mrs Elizabeth III
- Well I am.
- Mrs Mock Tudor
- How do you know you're an idiot?
- Mrs Elizabeth III
- Oh, I can show you!
- Mrs Mock Tudor
- How?
- Mrs Elizabeth III
- Look!
Cut to Mrs Elizabeth III coming out of the front door in a fairly
well-to-do mock Tudor detached house in its own grounds. She runs headlong into
a tree opposite the front door. Repeat a few times. Then she rushes into a
field, digs a hole three feet deep and stands in it. Cut to her standing beside
a letter box. She straps on a long false nose and pokes it through the letter
box. She drinks a delicate cup of tea at a posh caf� and eats the whole cup.
Cut to her nailing something to a lorry. The lorry starts off to reveal that
she had been nailing herself to the lorry. She is dragged away. Cut to TV
planners at a window, watching Mrs Elizabeth III doing silly things in a car
park below them. She has a cream bun hanging from a long stick which comes out
of her hat. She walks along strangely.
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