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shoebox_dw) wrote2009-06-08 08:14 pm
shoebox_dw) wrote2009-06-08 08:14 pm
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And now for something completely stupid.
Another Bob & Ray transcript, mostly because I'm desperate for amusement today. Also it may entertain the UK readership - I wouldn’t have thought the birth of Prince Charles would’ve inspired so much excitement among the republicans, especially not ones broadcasting so close to Bunker Hill monument, but there you go.
After exhausting the baby’s sex, weight and ‘last name’ as discussion topics (“…but Philip’s not a Windsor, is he?”) the November 15th, 1948 Matinee episode segues into a mock program lineup for the BBC, complete with painstaking Professor Higgins-style diction. Which I can't duplicate on the printed page, unfortunately, but as an artifact of inter-allied relations, it’s still…well, it’s something.
Ray: Oh, I say, this is the overseas service of the British Broadcasting Corporation. Cheerio!
Bob: We’ll have talk at twenty-one hundred hours.
Ray: Talk on the new prince, bless his 'eart.
Bob: Gramophone recordings from twenty-two hundred hours.
Ray: There’ll be a nature talk by Sir Cyril Bludd at thirteen-thirty hours.
Bob: Then we’ll have a program called ‘English for the Morons’ at one hundred – er – oh-one…hundred…[trails off, grumbling]
Ray: Sir Chauncey Dimwit will play the oboe for a half-hour.
Bob: Right. Basil Brain and the BBC Trio will give out with sparkling rhythms from the cinemas at oh-four hundred hours.
[Break for Fatima cigarettes commercial - a real one - starring Basil Rathbone.]
Bob: And now to continue with our program roundup for the North African Service…
Ray: Oh, I say, are we still rounding up, and all that sort of thing?
Bob: Yes, yes, still rounding…[trails off, grumbling] We’ll have gramophone recordings at oh-two-hundred hours.
Ray: Oh, I say, that’s jolly.
Bob: Yes, a jolly program.
Ray: Followed by a five-minute roundup of the weather.
Bob: And then we'll have the highly interesting ‘Fun With Algebra’ program.
Ray: Followed by a five-minute review of the weather.
Bob: Then we’ll have talk.
Ray: And gramophone recordings.
Bob: Followed by more talk.
Ray: A rock-garden talk.
After exhausting the baby’s sex, weight and ‘last name’ as discussion topics (“…but Philip’s not a Windsor, is he?”) the November 15th, 1948 Matinee episode segues into a mock program lineup for the BBC, complete with painstaking Professor Higgins-style diction. Which I can't duplicate on the printed page, unfortunately, but as an artifact of inter-allied relations, it’s still…well, it’s something.
Ray: Oh, I say, this is the overseas service of the British Broadcasting Corporation. Cheerio!
Bob: We’ll have talk at twenty-one hundred hours.
Ray: Talk on the new prince, bless his 'eart.
Bob: Gramophone recordings from twenty-two hundred hours.
Ray: There’ll be a nature talk by Sir Cyril Bludd at thirteen-thirty hours.
Bob: Then we’ll have a program called ‘English for the Morons’ at one hundred – er – oh-one…hundred…[trails off, grumbling]
Ray: Sir Chauncey Dimwit will play the oboe for a half-hour.
Bob: Right. Basil Brain and the BBC Trio will give out with sparkling rhythms from the cinemas at oh-four hundred hours.
[Break for Fatima cigarettes commercial - a real one - starring Basil Rathbone.]
Bob: And now to continue with our program roundup for the North African Service…
Ray: Oh, I say, are we still rounding up, and all that sort of thing?
Bob: Yes, yes, still rounding…[trails off, grumbling] We’ll have gramophone recordings at oh-two-hundred hours.
Ray: Oh, I say, that’s jolly.
Bob: Yes, a jolly program.
Ray: Followed by a five-minute roundup of the weather.
Bob: And then we'll have the highly interesting ‘Fun With Algebra’ program.
Ray: Followed by a five-minute review of the weather.
Bob: Then we’ll have talk.
Ray: And gramophone recordings.
Bob: Followed by more talk.
Ray: A rock-garden talk.
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So for Bob & Ray it would explain the oboe bit and says a whole lot more about us limeys.
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*now has to go off and reconsider the whole of Agatha Christie*