British Comedy Guide

Skit Comp 23 - 30.1.13

Ah that's better. And congratulations to A IS FOR ADAM for winning, please PM me for next week's topic.
Hence:

Votes - Points
2 - 10 - A is for Adam
1 - 5 - Lippy Alison, Gappy

Your new subject: VOICES

Rules:
One entry/vote per person. Anyone can enter regardless of colour, sexual preferences or inside leg measurement.
Can be a sketch, joke, lyric or anything else as long as it's yours 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: 30.1.13

Overall Leader Board is now:

Points - Position - Name

88 - 1 - Gappy (just winning)
25 - 2 - Michael Monkhouse
31 - 3 - A is for Adam
20 - 4 - Lazzard
15 - 5 - Pingl, Carlos Manwelly, Overlay, Tursiops
11 - 6 - Ishy, Stylee Ting Ting
10 - 7 - Otterfox, Judgement Dave
6 - 8 - 404NotFound
5 - 9 - Lippy Alison, John Millar, Lee, Shandonbelle, Tuumble, Sootyj
1 - 10 - DubiousG, Steve Sunshine

INT. DARK
We hear a man shouting.

MAN
hello.

ECHO
hello.

MAN
is that an echo?

ECHO
is that an echo?

MAN
am I stupid?

ECHO (WOMANS VOICE)
you're stupid, and
in deep shite!

The sound of running is prominent.

EXT. CAVE MOUTH - DAY
We see a naked fat man run out off the mouth of the cave. He has a stalagmite poking out of his arse, blonde scraggy wig and a sign around his neck, it says.

"STAG"

IMPRESSIONABLE

TV STUDIO.
JACK interviews DICK:

JACK Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to 'Saturday Night Showbiz', the show about showbiz on Saturday night. My guest this evening is Dick Staines, impersonator of our best-loved celebs, and Victoria Beckham. Hello, Dick.

DICK Hi mate.

JACK Now you're the man of a thousand voices...

DICK A thousand and one when I do you!

They laugh uproariously.

JACK And I hope tonight, you really do make an impression!

They laugh uproariously again.

DICK No one's ever made that joke before...

JACK So c'mon, do one for us.

DICK Okay. (clears throat; normal voice) Hello, I'm Basil Fawlty, a character played by John Cleese in the sitcom 'Fawlty Towers'. I don't really get on with my wife - stop that too, Manuel! - but fortunately Polly's here to smooth things over... Who's that?

JACK Basil Fawlty. Obvious.

DICK That's how good I am.

JACK No you don't understand - try another.

DICK Sure. Hello, I'm the Spice Girls - Sporty, Ginger, Scary, Posh and the Other One. Good news for music: we've announced that as our musical 'Viva Forever' goes from strength to strength, we're still not getting back together... Well?

JACK Spice Girls.

DICK See?

JACK You told me.

DICK That's a security measure. I mean, take Rory Bremner: he's not bad but relies on vocal and physical mimicry alone, so there's always the risk you won't know who he's doing - whereas if I start by saying, 'I'm Angela Merkel' people get it immediately; then I can go, 'I'm bin Laden now' - people will know straightaway and enjoy the gags.

JACK The point is, tart-face, you're meant to just do the character.

DICK And what, pray, is the point thereof? If I want to hear Angela, I'll bally well hear Angela - damn easy with this Internetty thing - why have someone just pretend?

JACK It's funny.

DICK There's nothing funny about Angela, she does a bloody good job, and she's German.

JACK It's funny that we recognise people.

DICK With all respect I recognise my mother every morning at breakfast, nothing funny about that.

JACK Right, Dick. One last chance, do an impersonation.

DICK Hi I'm Tiger Woods and I'm faithful. No matter who I shag, I only think of myself while I'm doing it.

JACK No.

DICK Okay I'm Woody Allen...

JACK No!

DICK I'm the European Parliament?

JACK NO!

DICK Will you f**king shut up you and let me f**king speak you f**king f**ker?

JACK Gordon Ramsay?

[Two tinny, clipped, upper-class voices amidst a flurry of hiss and crackle throughout]

ONE:Congratulations on purchasing the new Edison Phonograph. This recording shall aid you in learning of its functions.

TWO:Congratulations on purchasing the new Edison Phonograph. This recording shall aid you in learning of its functions.

ONE:I just said that.

TWO: I know, but they might have missed it, if there was a noise.

ONE:What sort of noise?

TWO:The bronchial death of a pet. An almanac toppling from an ottoman. Owls.

ONE:I don't hear any owls.

TWO:No, that's how the contraption works. They can hear us, we can't hear them.

ONE:Owls?

TWO:No, phonographic operators. They might have missed your bit.

ONE:Ah, well, in that case they may play the cylinder again.

TWO:Ah! Good point. Go on, do it now, listener; we'll wait.

[Pause]

ONE:Welcome back. You should now have heard us congratulating you on procuring the Edison phonograph, and suggesting that this recording shall aid you in its function.

TWO:Which we shall do, thusly. Hello. This is a phonograph. My voice is not talking to you now, but - well, it is talking to you now, but it's my voice in my now. Where you are it's your now and...

ONE:It's still his voice, but you own a part of it, then, in your now - that is to say...erm...Clarence, do the part about the test.

TWO: Capital idea. We shall now test your phonographic device. You should hear a tone.

[Brief pause]

ONE: Did you hear the tone? It was a hissing tone.

TWO:With some crackle.

ONE: Yes. I was doing a hissing noise, and Clarence was crackling.

TWO:If you didn't hear that noise, your phonograph is malfunctioning, seek the advice of a registered trader.

ONE:And if you don't hear my voice saying this, then take it back, it's completely broken.

TWO:Unless you can't hear our voices because of all the owls, in which case put your head closer.

ONE:You'll now hear another hissy crackly tone, in the left side.

TWO: That is, if you're standing with your left ear towards the phonograph. The crackling hiss shall be in your right ear, if the situation is reversed.

ONE:What if they are sitting down?

TWO:They wouldn't be so slovenly, the good brethren of the phonograph.

ONE:I think they can sit down if they desire...so long as they're in evening attire.

TWO:Don't be so vulgar, of course they are. It's evening. In their now. Otherwise they wouldn't have been worried by owls.

ONE:If it's not evening in your now, wait until it is, before listening to any more of this cylinder, otherwise it may cause consternation and confusion. But we can't wait for you to come back this time, we're too busy, sorry.

TWO:Now, you may wonder how the phonograph works. Montague?

ONE: Thank you, Clarence: it's magic.

TWO: Aargh, my soul! My indelible soul!! [Beat] Well, that completes our vocal tour of the phonograph. Good evening, your evening, our morning.

[Pause]

ONE:How many more of these do we have to do?

TWO: Two hundred and fifty.

ONE: Christ, we'd best get moving then. [Clears throat] Congratulations on purchasing the new Edison Phonograph. This recording shall aid you in-

[Sound of phonograph cylinder finishing]

An Australian is walking beside a beach, he's carrying some tinnies. He is in his early twenties and in 'peak' physical condition. Suddenly a booming voice stops him in his tracks.

God- STOP RIGHT THERE YOUNG MAN AND PUT THOSE BEERS DOWN!

Bruce- What the...

God- I said PUT THOSE BEERS DOWN!

Bruce-Who the f**k is that?

God-It is me, God!

Bruce-Get outta here. Marty it's you ain't it. Come out from wherever your hiding ya nob!

God- Do not, and I say this with most sincerity, CALL ME A NOB!

Bruce- OK if your God prove it. And if this is you Marty I'm gonna sleep with ya sister...again!

God- Shit, that old chestnut! How boring. Look, you put the beer down and I'll give you proof.

Bruce- Fair dinkum.

[he puts beers down. Suddenly a burning bush appears in front of him]

God-Remember this one bozo?

Bruce- Impressive! Ok whats this all about?

God- Now listen hear junk head, for some reason the council of elders have decided that you are the perfect human specimen...questionable..anyhow when I wipeout mankind it'll just be you and some floozy named err...Charlene left to populate the world.

Bruce- Wow wow big fella, wipe out the world?

God- Yes, especially Jeremy Clarkson, I'm doing him twice. You see human kind has become a blight on the planet and they cancelled Spaced! We have identified you and Charlene as the humans to 'start' again.

Bruce- No pressure then. Is she you know...built?

God- She has large breasts if that's what you mean.

Bruce-Result!

God- Just one thing Bruce, we have identified the evils of drink as the single most destructive factor to human kind in the 21st century..and Dale Winton. You must abstain from hard liquor from now on or we end man's time in the universe. Capiche?

Bruce- Pretty intense God.

God-All your other needs will be tended to.

Bruce-Fair do's, fire away.

[Everyone disappears from around him and is replaced by a stunning blonde twenty-something]

Bruce- Wow, you must be Charlene.

Charlene- Indeed.

[He looks down at the cans, picks one up and cracks one open]

Bruce- Fancy a beer?

INT. HOME. LIVING ROOM.

A MAN IS SITTING ON A SOFA WITH A VENTRILOQUIST'S DUMMY ON HIS LAP.

MAN:
How are things with you?

DUMMY:
Well, how would you feel if someone had their hand stuck up your arse?

Man meeting a hot woman in a bar late night.

Woman: Do you fancy buying me a drink?

Man's Internal Devil voice: Buying drink increases chance of sex thereby a good idea.

Man's Internal Angel voice: I would be a nice gesture of you.

Man: Sure what are you having?

Woman: Tequila.

Man's Internal Devil voice: Ask for a bodytequila, you know you want to.

Man's Internal Angel voice: This girl is to classy for bodytequilas.

Man: Do you want to do a bodytequila?

Woman: Not really

Man's Internal Devil voice: Try beg her for one and if that doesn't work see if
you can make her feel quilty.

Man's Internal Angel voice: You gave another humanbeing a drink. It was a good deed. Thats a reward in it self.

Man: plaeas pleade please lets do it, come on please.

Woman: I said no.

Man: I bought you a drink. You OWE a me bodytequila!

Woman: Jesus get away from me loser.

Man's Internal Devil voice: Well on to the next potentiel target.

Man's Internal Angel voice: How low can you possible get? No don't tell me.

Man (shouting): Hey I didn't get your number!! ..........B***H!!!!

Man's Internal Devil voice: YEAH You tell her my man.

Man's Internal Angel voice: I don't know you. I'm leaving.

Man's Internal Devil voice: Finally he's leaving. Now lets go over and grab her ass.

Mickey Monkhouse

Yes, I think you're probably right.

Michael Monkhouse

Michael Monkhouse

Michael Monkhouse

What are we playing?

100% the big M. :D :D

Watching Live at the Apollo has done me the world of good; I've stopped hearing funny voices.

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