Apologies for missing the votes on the last comp. Mad busy and had no time to delve in. Reading them there I probably would have voted for gappy anyway so it wouldn't have altered the results.
This is part of a scripted comedy podcast I'm writing at the moment, set in a 1930's radio station.
Samuel:
Hello folks and welcome to me once again and my show. This is the Night Gordon with Samuel Gordon and I'm that Samuel Gordon - Samuel Gordon. Tonight we have very important matters to attend to, those of a personal nature which I feel obligated to broadcast across the airwaves.
You may have remembered last week we ran a quiz. One of the contestants was not my nephew and he proceeded to jump out the window when he lost the quiz.
Blennermore:
The bomb exploding might have played a part too sir.
Samuel:
Stop negating my point! Now this contestant who we're not supposed to name for legal reasons so we'll just call him Peter Tights, as that's his name, is pressing charges. I mean where does he get off Blennermore?
Blennermore:
Out the window sir?
Samuel:
I mean the nerve - Granted an opportunity to take part in the quiz. Picked out of 400 I might add and that's how he repays us. This week we were greeted with a solicitors letter on behalf of said Tights which I'm not supposed to read out for legal reasons but I want to.
'Dear Sir/Madam', first off, he clearly knows I'm a man.
'When I took part in your quiz last week I was delighted to be part of the show.' Right, what's he on about so? 'However, things quickly turned sour.' Yeah. He went sour because he was losing.
When I take part in radio quiz shows I do not expect to be blown out windows. I also did not expect a live bomb to be in the studio. You have neglected the very basics of health and safety and put your contestants at risk of serious danger. I cannot believe that you are still on the radio but you will not be much longer. I have suffered stress, physical injury and loss of work because of you and I will not rest until your show ends for good.
Sincerely...
I can't even say his name after that. There's being a sore loser and then there's Tights getting his knickers in a twist. We all know who you are Peter. Someone who loses a quiz, jumps out the window, claims hurt and blames a poor innocent bomb.
Blennermore:
What are you going to do Mr. Gordon? Are we done for?
Samuel:
Not quite, our very first guest is a solicitor and politician. They call him the guru of the game. A very good friend of yours and ours but more ours than yours, it's Lowry McCabe. Hi Louer!
Lowry:
My old college buddie Sammie G!
Samuel:
Here's the offending letter. Come over here and let's nail Tights. Mind the-
Lowry: (falling)
Wow, wow, wooow!
Blennermore:
He's falling sir.
Lowry:
Wow, wooow...
Samuel:
It's the cables. Help him Blennermore!
Blennermore:
His fall isn't really following any particular trajectory sir. It's the strangest fall I've ever seen.
Lowry:
Wow, wooooow!
FX: crashing through timber. Commotion. Electric sounds.
Samuel:
I'm holding up the table so it doesn't refall on his cartilage. Do something Blennermore, I've only got two pairs of hands.
Blennermore:
I've removed the live electrics from him. I've got fairly badly electrocuted myself. I think it's still occurring sir.
FX: electric surge.
Samuel:
It's always the about you, isn't it Blennermore, while my friend lies prostrate on the floor, through the desk, over the speakers, under the cables and with his head stuck in a tyre. How are you feeling Lowry?
Lowry:
Not bad. My legs have no feeling, which is probably a good thing. My shoulders do have feeling which is definitely a bad thing. My back is killing my shoulders. My vision is beginning to come back though. I can see gray.
Samuel:
Great. Here have a suck on your pipe. It might help you.
Lowry:
Yes that's good. The vision is gone again but I'm seeing clearly in my minds eye. I can see...oh my minds eye is gone blind now...
Samuel:
Never mind eyes for now. How is your body feeling?
Lowry:
It's only absolutely desperate when I breathe.
Blennermore:
H-here c-c-comes a doctor now.
Dr. Calvin:
Good lord man, are you ok? Can you hear me?
Blennermore:
Me? I-I'm fine, n-never better.
FX: big power surge.
Samuel:
It's not him. Here's the man you should be helping, Lowry McCabe. I told him to try and move around a bit to make sure he can move around a bit and gave him loads of his pipe.
Dr. Calvin:
What on earth do you think you're doing? Get away from him!
Samuel:
Fine then...if that's the way you want it. I didn't see you here when it happened. Ah, here's another doctor, a proper one this time. He'll sort this out.
Dr. Smith:
Good God man, can you hear me?
Blennermore:
A-absolutely f-f-flying it s-so I am.
FX: crackle of electricity.
Samuel:
Don't pay any attention to Blennermore, it's Lowry that you need to be helping.
Dr. Smith:
Wheel stuckage of the head, wow.
Dr. Calvin:
That's correct Dr. Smith, other injuries too. Back trauma, leg failure, shoulder give. Hmm, hold that, no hold him by the moustache...
FX: clinking.
Samuel:
Yes...they're still working there....on him. Two doctors....do you want me to hold his fringe?
Dr. Calvin:
Get back. This is very precarious.
Samuel:
So folks.... (Whispers) Vance! Vance! Get yourself and Ray Husky over here! We're dying here with dead air. I want you to commentate.
Vance:
Commentate on what sir?
Samuel:
The doctors. Commentate on what they're doing. Keep the thing going for heavens sake.
Vance:
Um... y-you join us live in the studio as a head stuck in wheel event is taking place. The stuckee being non other than solicitor and politician Lowry McCabe; the wheel being the wheel.
Ray:
Yes, that's correct Vance, and Lowry does appear to be getting quite bitey.
Vance:
They've already twisted and rotated his head and wound his shoulders like a clock. They even covered him in lard but it's done no good at all.
Ray:
This has got to be the most bizarre thing I've ever seen.
Vance:
He may well struggle a little bit now as here comes the sedation. How on earth did he get his head stuck in a wheel anyway?
Ray:
He must have seen some food on the far side and went through rather than around it.
Vance:
And now we have a third doctor entering the fray. We definitely didn't see that coming. Now what way are they going to attack this? Will they try the pipe again? - no. They're going traditional with medication.
Ray:
The pipe tactic could never be anything more than a temporary fix. And here comes the sedation Vance.
Vance:
They're bending down now to pick him up. Have they bent down too far? This could go very wrong or very right. Dr. Calvin's back is gone! The knee bend was way off. Lets see that again...
Ray:
Look at the angle there. I don't know what he was thinking. You can't afford to do that. His heads gone Vance. The boys head is gone.
Vance:
Speaking of heads, they're trying now to encase Lowrys head in paper to make a smooth route back through the wheel. His ears need to be tucked forward surely don't they?
Ray:
No, they need to go back...and push...
Vance:
He's out! They've done it somehow, even though his cheeks are all swollen up like a puffer fish. Let's see if we can get a quick word...Mr. McCabe, Vance Conrad, the Night Gordon, how are you feeling?
Lowry: (groggy)
My bubbles are gone to sleep....I'll have two puffins eggs and a jar of jam please...
Dr. Calvin:
Leave him be for now, he's slipping in and out of sanity.
Lowry:
You'll pay for this Gordon! I'll sue you for everything you're worth. Your days are numbered, do you hear me, numbered!
Samuel:
I'm sure that's just the medication and trauma talking. He'd never do that. We're friends since college.
Lowry:
I can hear my foot in the wind.
Blennermore:
Yes sir, he doesn't know what he's saying.
Samuel:
The doctor said he was slipping in and out of sanity. He's probably mainly in sanity and hardly out of it at all.
Lowry: (fading in the distance)
Everything I said was gibberish except about suing youuuu.......