British Comedy Guide

Skit Comp 18-27.12

Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat, and meanwhile congratulations to TIMBO for winning! PM me for next week's subject please.
Hence:

Votes - Points - Name

4 - 10 - Timbo
2 - 5 - Don P Musey, Nigel Kelly
1 - 1 - Ishy
Special mention: Stephen Birch

Your new subject: CHILDHOOD (chosen by DON P MUSEY)
Rules:
One entry/vote per person. Anyone can enter regardless of colour, sex or inside leg measurement, except the kid who used to beat me up at school.
Can be a sketch, joke, lyric or anything along those lines. Please try and only post your entry/vote and no other posts.
You can edit your entry as much as you want, up until the closing time.

Competition Closes: 27.12.10, when we shall all be post-festive

Overall Leader Board is now:

Points - Name

166! - Mr Sunshine
147 - Otterfox
133 - Cool Mikado
125 - Kasm
122 - Nigel Kelly
120 - Michael Monkhouse
112 - Chris Forshaw
108 - Frankie Rage
104 - Timbo
103 - Charley Rance
98 - Fred Peters
70 - Angiebaby
66 - Jude
65 - Baumski
55 - Scratchyr, Gerry McDonnell
39 - Alex Mahon
37 - Afinkawan
32 - Ishy
32 - Swerytd, Paul Watson
28 - Leevil
26 - David Chapman
25 - Craig H
23 - Roscoff
22 - Blobster
21 - Mikey J
20 - Bushbaby, James Harris, Kevin Murphy, Dannyjb1, Niteowl, Lazzard
18 - Tom
17 - Don P Musey, Ellie
16 - Eggie
15 - Nil Putters, Cinnamon, Dale
14 - Reg N
12 - Stephen Birch, Geoff Mutton, Badge, Will Cam
11 - Steven
10 - Stephen Goodlad, Robo, Nitram Skir, Socrates, Tom Campbell, Tommy Power, Waring
09 - ajp29, ShoePie
08 - Stylo
07 - The Giggle-O, James, garyd, Winterlight
06 - Little Jersey Devil, Hellboy, Wayne Lewis, John Kelly, Andrew Lynch
05 - Karlos the Great, Drew, Pedros, Summer G, Mannikin Bird, Tumble, Greggles, Happy Shopper, Timothy Marshal-Nichols, Rob B
04 - Andy W, losaavedra
02 - Stu R, Imamazed, Slack Bladder, Paul Nash, Boits, Gavin
01 - Macca, Ming The Mirthless, Minty, Shpadoinkle, Shaggy292, amillionpounds, Jake How, David Bussell, Charisma, Skibbington von Skubber, Ginger Jesus, Nick Rivers, Daddy Maz, Martin Bickle, Batman, Ray Dawson, Marion, Tooting Jo

Any ballsups, PM me please.

MOTHER VISTING A PSYCHIATRIST:

PSYCHO: Let's get straight to the heart of the problem, shall we?

MUM: Er, okay, erm, well it's my Alphonse, I'm worried about him.

PSYCHO: Your presence is sufficient evidence of that! You wouldn't
be here otherwise, would you?

MUM: He's blackmailing me.

PSYCHO: I see. Has he manifested any other forms of waywardness?

MUM: He collects protection money from other school kids.

PSYCHO: Anything else?

MUM: Shoplifting.

PSYCHO: Is there more?

MUM: Steals cars.

PSYCHO: Yes, I can see he must be quite a handful.

MUM: Makes his own kiddies porno films, too.

PSYCHO: Yes, I can definitely see a profile taking shape.

MUM: He runs a group of girls for a pedophile website.

PSYCHO: And boys?

MUM: Not my Alphonse, he's straight. He's no turd burglar.

PSYCHO: Are these unsocial manifestations a recent thing. Has he suffered any disturbing incidents?

MUM: Yeah, broke into the house next door and the neighbours reported him to the cops.

PSYCHO: Did the police frighten him?

MUM: No, my Alphonse crucified the neighbour's cat to their front door. He didn't kill it, though.

PSYCHO: And what about the police?

MUM: The neighbours told the cops they'd made a mistake.

PSYCHO: Cat got their tongue, eh?

MUM: Yeah, well that's about it. I could go on for hours, but I think
that little lot should've given you a bit if a clue. What do you think's
wrong with him.

PHSYCHO, STARES INTO SPACE GIVING THE MATTER SOME PROFOUND THOUGHT:
From what you've told me I'm afraid I can only conclude that your
Alphonse is a child hood.

SANTA'S CLAUSE

POLICE STATION.
POLICEMAN interviewing SANTA:

POLICEMAN Mr Clause...

SANTA Ho ho ho.

POLICEMAN You're hereby charged that on the 24th of December you broke into a kid's home. Anything to say in your defence?

SANTA I needed to unload my sack.

POLICEMAN I see... Why?

SANTA For the sprog. I had sweeties for him.

POLICEMAN Perv.

SANTA But it's the tradition.

POLICEMAN That's no excuse.

SANTA I needed to fill the stocking...

POLICEMAN Tranny too eh?

SANTA I - I had the parents' consent.

POLICEMAN That's what Michael Jackson said.

SANTA I celebrate Christmas, as such I represent the church.

POLICEMAN You're free.

INT. CORNER SHOP - DAY

A YOUNG BOY APPROACHES THE COUNTER

SHOPKEEPER:
Can I help you?

THE BOY PRODUCES A SMALL SHOPPING LIST

BOY:
You got any coke?

SHOPKEEPER:
In the fridge; next to the tango.

BOY:
No, coke, I'll go as high as £50 a gram.

SHOPKEEPER:
Sorry, I can't help you.

BOY:
No worries; you got any smarties?

SHOPKEEPER:
At the front of the counter there.

BOY:
No, some proper smart E's, I normally pay £5 a tab.

SHOPKEEPER:
This is a corner shop, we don't sell drugs.

BOY:
I hear you. Just some mintoes then.

SHOPKEEPER:
Right in front of you, next to the polos.

BOY:
No, mint hoes, I've got to empty my sack man.

SHOPKEEPER:
Get out.

THE ORIGINS OF BILLY LAMPOST.

PRESENTER:
Old time footballer Billy Lampost's career and indeed life is somewhat of an enigma and several facets of his story are shrouded in mystery. With newly discovered evidence we can at last solve much of the mystery surrounding the Ashton Town legend.

It could be said that William Liam 'Billy' Lampost was always ahead of his time. He was born in the town of Ashton on 4th November 1881 which would have made him four and a half months premature but after a stern talking to and the promise of polish for his hair the doctors convinced him to go back in.

Billy was born for the second time on 20th March 1882. The extra months of gestation were not kind to Billy and he was born with a full moustache and what the medics referred to as 'a deaf leg'. The doctors of Ashton it must be remembered were some of the poorest in the country and explained his leg defect as follows:

'His left leg will find it hard to hear what his head is thinking so his leg has to guess what his brain is telling his leg to do which results in an uncontrollable left leg'.

It kicked when he walked, it would stretch when he hopped or run when he sat. As you can imagine, things were not easy for Billy in school. A ten year old with a full moustache and a leg with a life of it's own. The other kids would tease him and call him names like 'dirt-lip' and 'haunted-leg' or 'Billie' instead of 'Billy'.

It meant that Billy became introverted and very much a loner. He would run to the local lake and would play strange games like attempting to climb the lake, he would throw rocks at stones and he would pretent his hair was grass.

After one particularly bad day of bullying, Billy fled the school and ran, hopped, jumped and knelt his way to the lake.

He began thumping the ground in rage with his wild leg and then he began to notice that he was moving vertically, downwards. He was falling. He kept falling until he landed, at which point he stopped and found himself in a dark cave.

It is said that the cave had been inhabited thousands of years previously by a strange race that were blessed with lightening-quick reflexes and speed. Some say they were an unknown race that died-off during the last Ice Age, others say that they were an alien race that just disappeared, more say.....other things.

No one truly knows what happened in the cave but when Billy emerged his leg was perfect and his moustache.....well his moustache was still there but a 50% improvement isn't bad.

An elderly neighbour asked Billy if he had had an epiphany but Billy did not know what that was so that question did'nt really go anywhere.

Billy was delighted with his new found freedom but he was still a loner and an outcast in school and the other boys would not let him play football with them so Billy would play football by himself every evening when he got home from school. After 2 years his parents bought him a ball. This was the turning point. Finally he had something to kick.

Billy was a natural and had the touch and skill of a man twice his age. It seemed as though the reflexes and speed of the mysterious cave-dwelling race had somehow tranferred to Billy.

He had always been a huge fan of local side Ashton Town and liked nothing better than showing up at their ground on a Saturday afternoon when they were not playing and would climb the length of the pitch, he would then leave bottles of milk all around the pitch and would take the milk on in a match.

If he was able to beat the milk without knocking a single bottle his award was to drink all the milk. If he lost or knocked a bottle over he had to drink the milk as punishment.

It was during one of these 'Milk Cups' that a few of the players showed up and were so impressed that they told him to bugger off, but the manager had spotted him and the now 17 year old Billy went straight into the 1st team and became an instant hero in Ashton for his silky skills and lightening pace.

Those who saw him say he was the best footballer they had ever seen and that included all the players that they had not even seen or heard of. Even 'Blind' Sandy Macklin said he was by far the best footballer he had ever heard or smelled.

Billy seemed to have it all which was a far cry from a 10 year old Joseph Stalin look-a-like with a mad leg. He helped Ashton Town to 4 titles and 3 FA Cups between 1900 and 1905.

Billy didnt realise it at the time but the 1905 FA Cup final would be his last match for the club. Billy suffered a freak injury and due to the below par medical team, many of whom were also miners, and their inability to understand his leg, Billy was forced to retire at the age of 23.

He could regularly be seen after that passed out at local creamaries in the dead of night. It was after one of these nights that Billy ran into the darkness, never to be seen again. There are 47 theories put forward as to what became of Billy, perhaps we are now about to find out the answer........No.......I thought we were going to find out but am......but no....

FADES OUT.
END.

INT. CAR. AFTERNOON

DAD IS DRIVING WITH 5 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER (SARAH) ON THE BACK SEAT. SHE'S IN AN INQUISITIVE MOOD

SARAH: Dad?

DAD: Yes, Sarah?

SARAH: I was at the farm today for the school trip and I saw a small goat climb out of a big goat

DAD LOOKS AT HER PUZZLED

SARAH (CONT'D): Mrs. Marsh said the small goat was the big goat's baby. Did I look like that when I was a baby?

DAD: Like a goat?

SARAH HAS A LOOK OF WHIMSICAL LONGING IN HER EYES

DAD: Err...

SARAH: She said that baby goats are called kids. I'm a kid aren't I?

DAD HESITATES

DAD: Yes

SARAH SEEMS PLEASED WITH THE ANSWER AND STARES OUT OF THE WINDOW DREAMILY

SARAH: Dad?

DAD: (Slightly worried)Yes, Sarah?

SARAH: Baaaa

Michael Monkhouse, like me, if he's in Italy, is one hour ahead of UK time and thus I vote accordingly - one-hour ahead, for the 'The Monk'.
HAppy NEW YEAR to EVERYONEBODY.

Are they a day ahead of us over there Stephen?

PSYCHIATRIST sitting in an armchair.

PSYCHIATRIST
I sense the root of your problem lies in your childhood.

Reveal him to be talking to a baby who sits in a pram crying.
PSYCHIATRIST writes in his notepad and nods.

PSYCHIATRIST
Interesting, interesting.

TWO OLD MEN IN A PUB DISCUSSING THEIR CHILDHOOD

OLD MAN: 1
When I were a lad, we were so poor we had to sit round a candle for a heat.

OLD MAN:2
A candle? That was luxury, mate. We had to burn the neighbour's cat.

OLD MAN:1
Didn't they say anything?

OLD MAN:2
Yes. Thanks for the matches.

THEY BOTH LAUGH

OLD MAN: 1
When I were a lad, we were so poor we had to eat scraps from the neighbour's plates.

OLD MAN:2
Scraps? You were spoiled, mate. I had to eat grass.

OLD MAN: 1
Grass? But you worked in a butcher's.

OLD MAN:2
I was a vegetarian.

HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER.

I'm voting for Mad Mickey M, the Monkfish, the Mike-Dog, the House of Monk.

A WOMAN IS CRYING OVER A COT.

Who the hell do you think you are? You think you're so special you get to shit your own pants and I have to clean it up for you? Is this how you get your kicks you sick bastard?

PULL BACK TO REVEAL WOMAN IN A LEATHER BONDAGE OUTFIT TALKING TO A MAN IN A HUGE NAPPY, WEARING A HUGE BONNET. HE PULLS AN OVERSIZED DUMMY OUT HIS MOUTH.

MAN: When the advert said 'Free dominatrix session, I assumed it would be at a different time....

Alex Mahon for me.

Angiebaby

angiebaby

Don P Musey's short gets my vote.

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