This is a character I came up with for a radio sketch show a while ago. I've had a play to bring it more up to date.
FX :
SHORT BURST OF STATIC. ROGER BLEEP. SPACE AMBIENCE.
GROUND CONTROL:
(AMERICAN ACCENT) This is NASA Ground Control to International Space Station, do you copy, over?
CAPTAIN ALDRIDGE:
(BRITISH ACCENT) This is Captain Aldridge, copying you loud and clear, Ground Control. Thanks for emailing the Daily Mail articles I requested. It's nice to have a small piece of home up here with me.
GROUND CONTROL:
Our pleasure, Captain. Okay now it seems the Hubble Telescope has developed a pretty serious malfunction in the solar panel array. Time is of the essence, so we'd like you to go out there and find out exactly what…
CAPTAIN ALDRIDGE:
(INTERRUPTING) Tsch. Bloody typical.
GROUND CONTROL:
Excuse me?
CAPTAIN ALDRIDGE:
Listen to this. "23 year old unmarried Mum of six, Tracey Beech, is raking in thirty-five thousand pounds a year in benefits" Thirty-five! You couldn't make it up, could you?
GROUND CONTROL:
(CONFUSED) I'm sorry…Tracey who?
CAPTAIN ALDRIDGE:
Tracey Beech. Tracey Leech, more like. It's all here in the Mail. Her and her filthy snotty-nosed brood, sucking the life out of the honest taxpayer.
If I wasn't in zero gravity I'd bloody vomit.
GROUND CONTROL:
Right…anyway, as you know the Hubble's data core is directly linked to the solar panel array and we're in serious danger of losing valuable…
CAPTAIN ALDRIDGE:
(INTERRUPTING, SNORTING) Just look at them, all huddled round a huge, 18 inch colour telly! Oh yes, colour telly if you please! And who's paying for their lavish lifestyle? Joe bloody Muggins, that's who!
GROUND CONTROL:
Uh, Captain Aldridge, if we could we concentrate on the matter in hand…
CAPTAIN ALDRIDGE:
Hmm? Oh…yes…sorry Ground Control, please continue.
GROUND CONTROL:
So as I was saying, if the Hubble's data core loses power, it could potentially mean a complete shut-down and a four-billion dollar repair mission.
CAPTAIN ALDRIDGE:
(GRAVELY) My God, this IS serious.
GROUND CONTROL:
Glad to know you appreciate the gravity of the situation Captain.
CAPTAIN ALDRIDGE:
…her boyfriend's a f**king Afghany!
END SKETCH