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GLITZY SET OF A EURO-SONG CONTEST. A BANNER READS SONG FOR IRELAND 08

PRESENTER:
And now singing Ireland's fourth song, Daniel McDonald, with "Ach Sure my Mammy's Cold 'neath Clay"

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INT - A CONVENT - EVENING

TWO NUNS ARE WATCHING THE SHOW ON TV

NUN:
Ah not this bloomin eejit and a load of sentimental auld rubbish. God it gives Ireland a bad name.

DANIEL (SINGING)

Sure well I remember
'twas an awful sad day
When me da says to me son
Mammy's had to go away
Sure she never came back home
How I still hate the way
When my big sister told me
Ach Mammy's cold 'neath the clay

Toor-a-loo
Toor-a-lay
When my big sister told me
Ach Mammy's cold 'neath the clay

NUN:
Saints preserve us, but that's diabolical!

MOTHER SUPERIOR:
He's blander than Cliff Richard and that's sayin something all right.

NUN:
Oh that he is Mother. He's fierce awful wishy-washy right enough.

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INT - CONVENT - EVENING

THE NUNS ARE STILL WATCHING THE SHOW

PRESENTER:
Ah wasn't that lovely all together? Daniel McDonald there. Fantastic! And now next up it's Dublin based death-rockers, The Fookers, with a self-penned number Shag Mutha Shag.

THE FOOKERS START GIVING IT THEIR ALL.

NUN:
That's more like it! Push it baby. Do it for me! Phaowarrrrr! Look at him! Oooh yess! Mother of God Yes! Yess! Yess! Oh yess!

THE MOTHER SUPERIOR GETS SOME HOLY WATER FROM A FONT AND THROWS IT OVER THE NUN WHO ABRUPTLY CALMS DOWN.

MOTHER SUPERIOR (ICILY):
Tell me sister. Do you really think that you're cut out for the religious life?

NUN:
Please forgive me Mother. It's just that sometimes I can get carried away. Please accept my apologies. I'll retire to my room and start some serious contemplation and prayer.

MOTHER SUPERIOR:
Very well sister. Please do so with all haste and ask that God forgives you. You wicked girl.

THE NUN LEAVES AND THE MOTHER SUPERIOR IS NOW ALONE IN THE ROOM. SHE LOOKS AROUND FURTIVELY TO MAKE SURE SHE'S NOT BEING WATCHED. CROSSES TO A CABINET AND TAKES OUT A DVD. SHE PUTS IT INTO THE MACHINE AND SITS BACK TO ENJOY THE TREAT. A LOOK OF ECTASY AND PLEASURE SPREADS ACROSS HER FACE THE TV SCREEN GOES BLANK AND THEN SOME TITLES APPEAR.

SLIPKNOT LIVE IN LONDON

THE MOTHER SUPERIOR SMILES AND SETTLES DOWN TO WATCH.

END:

Too predictable for me, but I loved the title of the song "Ach, sure, my Mammy's cold 'neath clay" Laughing out loud

Mm, I found it a bit predictable too. It was a nice gentle sketch though, I suppose.

It was meant to be fairly gentle. And I did wonder about it maybe being a bit predictable - so now I have changed the MS to watching a DVD of Slipknot instead of Daniel.

Glad you liked the title Fran tbh it's the reason I wrote the sketch. I wanted to see it in print.

Ta for the comments

It's good reminiscent of Father Ted. Certainly gentle, and thats no bad thing. Maybe a few lyrics, the Fekkahs singing about no more fekking tea thanks ma?

Was some nice characterisation, made me chuckle in places.
I didn't predict the end by the way but that really doesn't say anything about the sketch :(

Quote: sootyj @ February 21, 2008, 6:36 PM

It's good reminiscent of Father Ted. Certainly gentle, and thats no bad thing. Maybe a few lyrics, the Fekkahs singing about no more fekking tea thanks ma?

Great idea Sootyj. I have now penned the song and think I'll send it to RTE to see if I can enter the contest
:D :D

May I see the lyrics, n.b. are you sure RTE are good humoured about bloody handed English imperialists poking fun at them?

I'm writing to Sweden to see if they'll use my Eurovision epic,

Ikea Porn, and Abba thats bollox all else here.

Quote: sootyj @ February 21, 2008, 6:56 PM

May I see the lyrics,

Sketch edited now contains lyrics

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