INT. NIGHT. RECORDING STUDIO
THE SPEAKING CLOCK (FEMALE) IS RECORDING WITH A TECHNICIAN.
SPEAKING CLOCK: At the third stroke, it will be eight pm precisely. SFX BEEP BEEP BEEP. Who turned the bloody lights out?
TECHNICIAN: Sorry, I thought you knew. Its Earth Day.
SPEAKING CLOCK: Robin Day's hippy grandson?
TECHNICIAN: No, no. Its that global green switch off thing.
SPEAKING CLOCK: How long for?
TECHNICIAN: One hour and no seconds precisely.
SPEAKING CLOCK: I have to work in the dark for one hour?
TECHNICIAN: I'm afraid so, I could nip out and get some candles.
SPEAKING CLOCK: Candles my ass! BT Bloody typical, anything to save a few quid.
TECHNICIAN: Why are you working tonight?
SPEAKING CLOCK: Why? Why?. The bleeding clocks go forward. Two big nights a year I look forward to and some asshole do-gooder had to go and pick one of them.
TECHNICIAN: What time do you quit?
SPEAKING CLOCK: Well, its 1AM but its 2AM.
TECHNICIAN: You're working very late, is your husband picking you up?
SPEAKING CLOCK: No, we're divorced.
TECHNICIAN: I'm sorry to hear that.
SPEAKING CLOCK: I'm not, he had a small clock.
ENDS.
