A friend just sent me this sketch, made me chuckle. He gave me full permission to share with you fine people.
EXT. HIGH STREET – AFTERNOON
The high street is busy with people moving in and out of shops. It's a sunny day. A group of four women stand chatting. Guy and Sky approach the group. They are dressed oddly. Guy taps one of the ladies on the shoulder, the whole group turn to look at Guy and Sky.
GUY
Hi I'm Guy
SKY
Hi I'm Sky
GUY & SKY (TOGETHER)
And we're from Grimsby
GUY
We're second cousins
SKY
Bought together by marriage
GUY & SKY
And if you ask us nicely we'll sing a song
Guy and Sky link arms and begin to dance.
GUY & SKY
My old man's a dustman, he wears a dustman's hat, he bought ten thousand tickets to watch a football match, fatty passed to skinny, skinny passed it back, fatty took a rotten shot and knocked the goalie flat, where was the goalie when the ball was in the net, halfway up the goalpost with his trousers round his neck, singing umpa umpa stick it up your jumper, roar Britannia marmalade and jam, we threw sausages at your old man, we put him on a stretcher, we put him on a bed bed bed, we rubbed his belly with frying pan jelly, but the poor old sole was dead.
END.
