All: Oo-er, Matron.
Archdruid: Looks like it's funny again, then. For the 7th glorious year. OK. Friends, Romans...
Hnaef: Countrymen.
Archdruid: I know.
Gradual: The Ballad Of The Woggler's Moulie
Confession
Archdruid: Talk for Just a Minute on "Sins I have committed" without hesitation, repetition, or....
All: Ooh! Matron!Absolution
Archdruid: Stop messing about!
Mutual Benedictions
All: And on yours.
Archdruid: And may his wisdom bring success in all your undertakings.
All: And in yours.
Archdruid: And may his radiance light up your life.
All: And up yours.
Recitation of old patter that is unexpectedly topical
Hnaef: They will die the death of a thousand cuts!
Mrs Hnaef: Oh! But that's horrible!
Hnaef: Not at all my little desert flower, the British are used to cuts!
Archdruid: It's an enigma, matron. An enigma.
All: I'm not having another one of those.
Dismissal
Archdruid: Infamy! Infamy!
All: They've all got it infamy!
Classic stuff!
ReplyDeleteDuring the lighting of the thurible:
ReplyDeleteArchdruid Eileen: Do you mind if I smoke?
Response: Frying tonight!
Nice one, Phil. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI should point out that my acolytes this morning were Julian and his friend, Sandy.