British Comedy Guide

14 - 21.12.12

Grate week so congratulations to SHIRL THE WHIRL for a well pleasing victory. Get rat-flapped and PM me for next week's topic please.
Hence:
Points - Votes - Name

3 - 10 - Shirl the Whirl
2 - 5 - Shandonbelle
Special mention: Michael Monkhouse

Your new subject: COLD (chosen by Timbo).
Rules:
One entry/vote per person. Anyone can enter regardless of colour, sexual preferences or inside leg measurement, except the bastard who never paid me (you know who you are).
Can be a sketch, joke, lyric or anything else as long as it's original and vaguely linked to the topic. 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: 21.12.11

Overall Leader Board is now:

Position - Points - Name
1 - 21 - Kasm
2 - 17 - Shirl the Whirl
3 - 15 - Shandonbelle
4 - 10 - Timbo
5 - 6 - Otterfox
6 - 1 - Ishy

PS Check out the hall of fame in the thread called, um, Hall of Fame.

Aesop's Fa-bulls

OFFICE.
Manic, arm-flapping AUTHOR sits opposite a calm PUBLISHER:

AUTHOR Mr Publisher Sir you just gotta hear this incredible idea I got. It's massive, it's humungous, it's gigantic, it's ginormous and it's f**king great too.

PUBLISHER Yerse Mr Aesop, and what would be the story of this 'ginormous motherf**ker'? The last one was about a fox and some grapes. If I remember well, the fox - who just happened to be blessed with the gift of speech - AS IF - the fox went for the grapes, couldn't reach the grapes, then said 'Didn't want 'em anyway'. Hardly Graham Greene is it?

AUTHOR Ah that was last week. This 'un's about a tortoise and a hare...

PUBLISHER Is it pornographic?

AUTHOR Of course not.

PUBLISHER Pity, that's the only genre they'll buy these days. If they did 'The Bible' you'd need Mary Magdalene naked with Judas Iscariot fondling her succulent olives... Well (yawns) go on.

AUTHOR Right well they have a race...

PUBLISHER Is it racist.

AUTHOR NO.

PUBLISHER Shame... Anyway, go on.

AUTHOR So the tortoise's racing with the hare...

PUBLISHER I think I know where this is going...

AUTHOR No you don't you see - 'cause the tortoise wins.

PUBLISHER Aesop today's audience requires realism.

AUTHOR Yeah! 'Cause just when the hare's about to win, it stops and decides to go to sleep, so...

PUBLISHER Aesop I myself am an athlete. I've raced against the great, the not-so-great, and the Ringo Starrs of the Olympic world. But I have never had a certain experience. I have never raced against someone who two feet away from the finishing-line suddenly thinks 'F**k it, I fancy a bit of forty winks instead'.

AUTHOR Well there's a message.

PUBLISHER And what might that be, pray? If you're crap at sport, hope the other guy fancies a nap?

AUTHOR It's - Slow But Sure Wins The Race.

PUBLISHER Tell that to McDonald's.

AUTHOR I gottanother...

PUBLISHER Oh please...

AUTHOR It's great mate. There's this ant...

PUBLISHER That's it, start big.

AUTHOR And a cricket...

PUBLISHER I think you already amply demonstrated your knowledge of the sporting arena...

AUTHOR No a real cricket...

PUBLISHER One of Buddy Holly's?

AUTHOR No a real one. Sits there making stupid noises while someone else does the real work...

PUBLISHER Like I said, one of Buddy Holly's.

AUTHOR And all Summer the cricket chirps away while the ant works. Then when it's freezing cold the cricket says to the ant 'Can you help me?' and the ant says, 'No'.

PUBLISHER What a bastard.

AUTHOR What?

PUBLISHER Ever heard of charity? Lending a hand to the needy? Being your brother's keeper?... In your little world the hero's always the snotty specky swotty little know-all git at school innit, 'Can you tell me the answer to the maths homework please?' - 'No f**k off, I did it all myself, why should I tell you? Oooh Sir's given me an A Plus, just had an orgasm...' Now f**k off Aesop before I get abusive.

AUTHOR Well - all right. (leaves)

PUBLISHER Bleeding knob-head... Talking animals, making a point, whatever next? Think I'll relax with a decent book... (takes out 'Animal Farm', reads ecstatically)

COLDING.

INT. A LOCAL HALL. NIGHT. TOM, ANNE AND HARRY ARE JOINED BY JIM WHO IS THE LATEST MEMBER OF THEIR WEATHER SOCIETY.

JIM:
I know its my first meeting here in this village but as its getting wintery outside I thought it the right time to discuss how we will handle the cold that will inevitably come our way. What are the winters like here?

TOM:
We get a lot of cold usually. Cold snaps, cold days, cold nights, falls of cold, cold weather, cold-

JIM:
Wait a second. 'Falls of cold'?

TOM:
Oh yes, some quite heavy at times especially in the more mountainous areas of the mountain. Of course the kids love making cold men and throwing cold balls.

JIM:
Right I'm really not following what you're talking about. Can I ask you how you monitor the temperature here? With my background in meteorology I have several tools and scales at my disposal in which I can determine the temperature. The most common is by placing thermometers in a Stevenson screen. What do you use?

TOM:
Oh we wouldn't have anything that fancy, we, we just listen for heat.

JIM:
Listen for heat? How do you do that?

TOM:
Well this time of year you'd be listening for nothing. If you can hear the nothing, you know it's cold. Cold doesn't have a sound but warmth has a sort of a clickity clackity click to it. Quite horse-like in the trotting on a wooden plank sense; soundwise.

JIM:
Do you not use Celsius or Fahrenheit?

TOM:
No no, the horse is the main unit of measurement here. There is an old saying around here: 'The cold is so deep it would be up quite far on a horse', or 'It's the big horse that sees the small horse and the small that sees the big but it's a bit harder for them to see each other when it's cold'.

ANNE:
Another is: 'If you ride a horse out of the cold, you'll ride him right out of it'. 'The larger the cold the colder the cold, to a horse', also rings true this time of year.

HARRY, TOM AND ANNE (singing):
'When you hear the clip clops stopping,
the temperature is dropping.

Hop on a horse in a way known as alight,
In the day of the day or the day of the night.

When it starts colding in blizzards and colding in drifts,
We better start riding horses in shifts.

Why measure in Celsius or Fahrenheit?
When you can measure in horses and measure it right.

In the cold day of day or the day of the night'.

JIM:
I'm really getting nowhere at all here. I'm speaking with a bunch of people who think snow is called cold and who measure temperature in horses.

Oh look there's a couple of kids, I'm bound get more sense out of them. So young lad what are you asking for, for Christmas?

BOY 1:
I'm getting a duck reddener and a milk magnifier.

JIM:
A milk magnifier?

BOY:
Yeah I love making milk look bigger than it is.

JIM:
Jesus mother of the holy divine...how about you little girl?

GIRL:
A bubbleduster and a-

JIM (incredulous):
A what!?

GIRL:
A bubbleduster. Its a dusterthat's so light it will allow you to dust bubbles and a mam-e-am-marocka-cappa-poppin.

CLOSEUP OF JIM WITH HIS FACE CONTORTED IN UTTER CONFUSION.

TOM:
Oh look, its colding.

EVERYONE RUSHES TO THE WINDOW AND GAZES IN AWE. JIM LOOKS OUT BUT NOTHING IS HAPPENING. WE SEE KIDS OUTSIDE RUNNING AND LAUGHING AND THROWING NOTHING AT EACH OTHER.

JIM:
What the hell is wrong with you people? There is nothing happening! It's just a bit cold. Are you all mental? I'll show you.

JIM RUNS OUTSIDE AND LOOKS TO BE REMONSTRATING ANGRILY WITH THE KIDS. THEY ALL THROW NOTHING AT HIM BUT WE HEAR FX OF LOADS OF SNOWBALLS SMASHING HIM IN THE HEAD AND FACE.

HE IN NOW LYING FLAT ON HIS BACK GASPING. A HORSE SLOWLY WALKS BY.

END.

NAN -
Pop to the shops and get some fags for your old Nan.

ADAM -
No, they don't do you any good.

NAN - (PUSHES HIS ARM WITH HER HAND)
Oh, go on!

ADAM -
No. Your hands are cold, Nan.

NAN -
Well what do you expect? I died a week ago!

ADAM -
Nan! Don't say horrible things.

NAN -
It's not my fault I died.

ADAM -
You couldn't talk if you'd died.

NAN -
Believe me, a lot of people do.

ADAM -
Stop it, Nan. You couldn't talk or move or anything.

NAN -
Perhaps I've done a deal with the devil!

ADAM -
Oh Nan, even you aren't that wicked!

NAN -
You know how to flatter your old Nan.

ADAM -
Oh actually, just tell me what the deal was.

NAN - (HUFFS)
He'll keep me alive forever. I'll always be cold and I might whiff a bit, but it's a small price to pay.

ADAM -
Yes, but what have you got to do?

NAN -
Me? Oh, nothing, but the devil will choose someone else in the family and slaughter them at the time of his choosing. He didn't sound like he wanted to wait long.

ADAM -
Oh my God, Nan! Anyone in the family? That could be Mum or Dad.............that could be me, Nan!

NAN -
Ooooh, I suppose so. I can't go back on it though, I've already been alive an extra week. Perhaps the devil will be happy with a family pet.

ADAM -
Nooooo-ooooo! Not Mutley!

NAN -
Alright, I'll tell him not you or Mutley, and not your Mum and Dad.

ADAM -
Who does that leave?

NAN -
Uncle Mick and Auntie Sue and their stupid little dog, Millie.

ADAM -
Mmmm....okay. Millie bit me once.

NAN -
So now will you go and get my fags?

ADAM -
I suppose they won't make any difference now.

NAN -
Good lad.

ADAM - (REALLY EXCITED)
I can't wait to see Connor's face when I tell him that my Nan's a zombie! Wicked!

Cold

THE VILLAGE IDIOT TURNS UP FOR AN INTERVIEW DRESSED AS THE GRIM REAPER.

EMPLOYER:
What's with the costume?

VILLAGE IDIOT:
I've come for the job as cold caller.

Dr. Flit
You can take your head out of the deep freeze now Mrs Long....how do you feel?

Mrs Long
A little stiff.

Dr. Flit
Well you look marvellous.

Mrs Long
Do I? Can I have a look?

(Dr. Flit hands her a mirror)

Mrs Long
My eyes, they look so...so...open.

Dr. Flit
Told you didn't I, it's taken years off them.

Mrs Long
So wide open...I don't think I can blink. No, definitely can't blink.

Dr. Flit
My Freezology method is not without it's quirks, but, by the love of God, you do look marvellous.

Mrs Long
I'll look a bit starey though, wouldn't you say? Not blinking like?

Dr. Flit
Not at all, the batting of lashes is highly overrated Mrs Long, you look absolutely marvellous. That'll be £3000.

Mrs Long
(Writes cheque) Marvellous then? not too starey?

Dr. Flit
No, not at all... top notch eye rejuvenation....marvellous.
(pause)
Was there anything else Mrs Long?

Mrs Long
No, why?

Dr Flit
It's just that you're staring at me.....ah.

INT. HOME. A WOMAN IS PEERING THROUGH HER BLINDS. WOMAN: Fred, look. The Professor and his son are building snowmen....... FRED: Bloody smart arses...... CUT TO THREE SNOWMEN BUILT LIKE THE EVOLUTION OF MAN WITH FIRST SNOWMAN CROUCHED OVER AND APE LIKE, THE SECOND SIMILAR BUT TALLER AND THE THIRD A NORMAL SNOWMAN.

Really good sketches this week. But I've got to go with an absolute classic from Otterfox :D

Shirl the whirl for me.

Shandonbelle for me!

Otterfox

Michael Monkhouse :)

Otterfox for me. I liked Nigel's as well.

Utterly glorious from Otterfox.

Between Shirl, Nigel and Otterfox for me this week but going to go for...Otterfox!

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