PRODUCTION: CHARLES CHILTON
SCRIPT: SPIKE MILLIGAN
RECORDED: SUNDAY 29th SEPTEMBER 1957
Bill: This is the well-known BBC Home Service.
GRAMS: Sawing wood
Bill: (over) (ahem) (ahem)
Spriggs: (over sawing) (sings) 'I'm travelling light ... '
Bill: (over sawing) (ahem)
GRAMS: Sawing stops
Bill: Yes, you're perfectly right. It's the new, all-leather Goon Show.
GRAMS: Piano plays jangling chords, then speeded down and slurred
Bill: That was a chord in C, by Johann Sebastian Bach, arranged Doris Arnold. As an encore, Arthur Rubinstein will play Mendelsohn's Sonata in F, in the key of G.
GRAMS: Sonata played on piano, under
Peter (Cockney): (over) Go on 'ere, Arthur, Play it there, boy.
Dick (Cockney): 'Ere a lovely player, 'e is, i'n' 'e?
Peter (Cockney): Cor.
Dick (Cockeny): Go on, Art, the old left 'and there. Go on, boy. Go on, dere.
Peter (Cockney): Go on, gi's 'In da Mood', Art. Go on now.
Dick (Cockney): Gor', beautiful, i'n' 'e, eh? Specially there.
Peter (Cockney): Go on, Arthur. Play it dere.
Peter (Cockney): Get some o' de old beer down there, Arthur.
GRAMS: Playing speeded up and slurred
Bill:L (over) Oh, please! Please, gentlemen. Gentlemen, please.
GRAMS: Piano stops
Bill: The BBC would rather you forget the vicissitudes of the summer layoff, and revert to the new collodion-on-leather process Goon Show.
Peter: Cor.
Dick: Well, if this is what England wants, we present the drama of a time when England was under the yoke and albumen of a certain brown terror.
ORCHESTRA: Descending chords
FX: Door opens
Peter: Spon!
FX: Door closes
Dick: Did you hear that, dear listeners?
GRAMS: Sheep
Dick: Remember it. Spon!
Bill: Spon. First came to England that fateful New Year's dawn in Greek Street. It was three in the morning and two in the afternoon, making a grand total of five in the evening.
FX: Whistle, football rattle
OMNES & CAST: (over) Laughter, party atmosphere
Dick: (over) Good evening, Constable.
Willium: Oh, er, evening Inspector. Er ... 'appy new-type year.
Dick: Happy New Year? With the Conservatives in?
Willium: I'll, er ... I'll tell 'em to move on. Come on there, move along there, you Conserv ...
Banerjee: Pardon me ... pardon me, European-type Constabule of London.
Willium: Wha'?
Banerjee: I ... I have just found a ... a ... a British-type body in the gutter. Terrible.
Willium: Nobody claims it in free days - it's yours.
Banerjee: Nice ...
Dick: Just a moment, just a moment,I'll take charge here.
Banerjee: Taking the charges, taking the charges.
Dick: Just a moment.
Willium: Wha'?
Dick: Listen, hold these wardrobes and let's examine this inert form.
Willium: 'E looks like a man, sir.
Dick: Right, take this down. Contents of pockets ...
FX: Scratching of pen
Dick: ... a wallet.
FX: Scratching of pen
Dick: (over) Empty.
Willium: (over sound of pen) Nationality: English.
Dick: Wearing a very expensive suit. (effort) Ah. Ah. How's that?
Willium: Fits ya lovely. I'll 'ave 'is boots.
Dick: Back! Back, Constable! I am senior!
Banerjee: Wait a ... wait a minute. What about this body in the gutter here, I mean? What to do about it?
Dick: We're coming to him.
Banerjee: What can you do?
Dick: We're coming to him, I'm telling you.
Banerjee: I ... I will get ...
Dick: Shine your torch on him.
Willium: Right. Click!
Banerjee: Click!
Willium: Struthee, matey-ohh! Look! 'E's been sponned!
Dick: Sponned?
Banerjee: Sponned, man?
Dick: Let me see. You're right. He bears all the marks of a severe sponning. Constable ... this is a job for the police.
Willium: Ai, yes. I'll blow nine-nine-nine on me whist-tle.
FX: Fifteen short blasts on police whistle
ORCHESTRA: Music link
Bill: The news of the sponning was in every morning paper.
FX: Breakfast sounds, butter spread on toast, rattling plates, knife on plate
Minnie: Ohh.
FX: Plate falls on floor
Minnie: Oh!
Henry: Ah.
FX: Movement on plate
Henry: Ah.
FX: Cup and saucer
Henry: Ahh.
FX: Spoon falls on floor
Minnie: Ohhoho.
FX: Movement of utensils
Minnie: Come on, boy, beg for your supper. Up, up. Sit up, sit up.
FX: Paper rattle
Minnie: Put this sausage on your nose. There. There's a clever boy.
Henry: Minnie.
Minnie: What?
Henry: I'm fed up having my breakfast like this.
Minnie: All right, then. Down boy, down, down.
FX: Paper rattle
Henry: Min?
Minnie: What is it, Henry?
Henry: I see that a man was sponned last night.
Minnie: Sp ...ohh ... ohh ... ohh! We'll all be sponned in our beds! Oh dear.
Henry: A ...
Minnie: The horrors of spon!
Henry: Don't worry, Min.
Minnie: My grandmother had it in the cran ... ohh!
Henry: I'll ...
Minnie: Spon!
Henry: ... burn some sulphur under the bed.
Minnie: Oh, the power.
Henry: And then we'd better rub some thin people's herbs into our legs, Min.
Minnie: Yes, yes. And we'd better take a spoonful of Indian brandy. Nalanairy pagosh, ohh!
Henry: Yes.
FX: Two knocks on door
Minnie: Ohhh!
FX: Galloping coconut shells
Dick: (over) Whoa!
FX: Coconut shells stop
Dick: Is this your house?
Henry: Here's the receipt, sir.
Minnie: Did your horse wipe its feet, Tony?
Dick: No need to, he came here on another horse.
Minnie: Oh.
Dick: Now ... last night a man was sponned not far from here.
Minnie: Oh.
Henry: We are non-spon people, sir.
Minnie: Non-spon, Henry.
Henry: We are respectable ...
Minnie: Respectable ...
Henry: ... people.
Minnie: ... people.
Dick: Now then ...
Minnie: Non-spon.
Henry: Inspector ...
Dick: Now then, now then, what?
Minnie: What?
Henry: What?
Dick: What?
Minnie: What'd he say?
Henry: What?
Dick: What?
Minnie: What did you say?
Henry: What did you say?
Minnie: (gibberish) Ohh.
Henry: Owwow.
Dick: Listen, don't get excited.
Henry: What?
Dick: I just wanted to know, did you hear anything about three o'clock this morning?
Henry: Yes sir. Shall I tell him, Min?
Minnie: Tell him what you know.
Dick: Yes, tell me, come along, what?
Minnie: Tell him what happened at three o'clock this morning, you naughty man, you.
Henry: I heard a clock strike two.
Dick: Gad! At last! A clue!
Minnie: Poww!
Dick: How many times did it strike two?
Henry: I don't know, sir. I fell asleep after it struck one twice.
Dick: One twice? I'll put that in tha adding machine.
GRAMS: 1 second of Fred the Oyster
Dick: Just as I thought! It ... goodbye! Tally Ho! Yoiks! Hey ... Hey Hey Ho, Silver! A blinding flash, a white horse and a cry of Hey Ho, Silver and the Lone Ranger is on the trail of ... Spon!
FX: Coconut shells galloping, fades
Ray: See ... well, listen, what's goin' on here?
Dick: A leather Goon Show. Care to join us?
Ray: Gor blimey, yes, mate. Me got wife and kid. And Asian Flu.
GRAMS: Many boots running away
MUSIC:RAY ELLINGTON sings 'Sonny Boy'
APPLAUSE
ORCHESTRA: Descending chords
FX: Door opens, slow footsteps
Spike: Shpon!
FX: Door closes
Bill: After a week's fruitless search, success.
Dick: I've found an apple! My search is no longer fruitless.
ORCHESTRA: Tattyrah chord
Dick: Apple!
OMNES: Hoi! Ahoi! Ay!
Dick: Just a moment. I was confronted by a tall cadiverous man wearing a nude bicycle shed. Another man let me in.
Moriarty: Um ... er, this way, please.
Grytpype: Er, Inspector, I am, er, Mr. Grytpype-Thynne.
Dick: I'm chimmed to mont you.
Grytpype: (pause) I happen to have a photo of a spon.
Dick: A spon? Huh! I don't believe you.
Grytpype: Moriarty, show the gentleman the receipt for the camera.
FX: Paper rustling
Dick: Gad! This is genuine!
Grytpype: And that's only the receipt. The spon photo is even more genuiner. Moriarty, time for your 'oww'.
Moriarty: Owww.
Grytpype: Splendid.
Dick: Look.
Grytpype: He's just been 'oww'.
Moriarty: Ow.
Dick: What?
Grytpype: Because he had to go 'oww'.
Dick: Good luck. Right, now look ...
Moriarty: Got to go 'oww ping owww'.
Dick: This photo would be of ...
Moriarty: Oww.
Dick: Great value to the police. I must ask you to hand it over feet-first by the wrists.
Grytpype: Oh ho ho ho no, Inspector. First there is a little matter of money.
Moriarty: Money? Money??
FX: Wallop
Moriarty: Oww!
Grytpype: Quiet, Moriarty. Keep your powers down.
Moriarty: My powers a-down.
Grytpype: Stop steaming.
Moriarty: Ai ju ju.
Grytpype: Money, Inspector ...
Moriarty: Ah.
Grytpype: Yes. The spon photo is yours for a mere five hundred pounds.
Dick: Supposing the photo is a forgery.
Grytpype: Well, that is a risk I shall have to take.
Dick: Very well. Very well! Here's five hundred pounds.
FX: Coin falls to floor
Grytpype: Thank you. Now here in this sealed envelope is the spon photo, not to be opened 'til Christmas.
Dick: (aside) I waited 'til Christmas, put on a white leather beard, then tore open the linen envelope from the outside ...
Spike: Ohhh.
Dick: Foiled by foil! This isn't a photo of spon!
Grytpype: How dare you prove us to be liars. Moriarty, hurl this man in the direction of out.
Moriarty: Right. (effort) Uh!
Dick: Uh!
GRAMS: Breaking glass
Grytpype: Right through the window.
Dick: Yes. Ha! That taught him a lesson. A French lesson ... it was a French window.
Spike: Hup!
ORCHESTRA: Tattyrah chord, cymbal snap
OMNES: Hoi! 'Ray! Hup!
Spike: More to come, folks.
Grytpype: Emery-type Seagoon, stop these BBC audience-losing jokes.
GRAMS: Telephone bell - speeded up - slows down
FX: Telephone off hook
Dick: Hello? Emery-type Seagoon here.
Grytpype: Gyrtpype here.
Moriarty: Moriarty here.
Bill: (on phone) This is Doctor Greenslade of St. Hampton's Hospital for the Fit and Healthy. The spon victim is now conscious.
Dick: Strap him to a thermometer 'til I arrive, or vice-versa.
FX: Telephone hung up
Dick: What's the quickest way to St. Hampton's Hospital?
Grytpype: Hold this rocket.
Dick: But I ...
GRAMS: Whoosh, Dick pre-recorded, played very fast: 'What are you doing this for? How dare you!'
ORCHESTRA: Ascending chords link
Bill: Ladies and gentlemen, during the broadcast you might have experienced some crackling in your radio.
Spike: She's mine!
Bill: This is due to atmospherics, so do not interfere with your set or any ladies in the room. Part three: A National Health hospital.
OMNES: Ahh! Ohh!
FX: Slapstick, Temple blocks
Peter: Say 'Aah'.
OMNES: (scream) Ahhh! Oohh! (etc.)
FX: Slapstick, Temple blocks
Peter: Stand by your beds.
Dick: Ah.
Eccles: Ahh.
Dick: Doctor Greenslade, where's the spon man?
Bill: On this hatstand. Though we did our best, he's much better.
Dick: And how are you feeling now, my poor man?
Bill: I'm fine, thank you.
Bluebottle: He means me, you nit! Ay!
Dick: So you were the victim of the sponning. A Finchley child, of no fixed trousers.
Blebottle: Yes, I was heavily sponned, in all areas below the knees. 'Spon' it went. Spon, spon, spon! Up it came, spon! And down it went. Spoggly. (sings) 'Sponnee, how I love you, how I love you, myh dear old Sponnee.'
Dick: Tell me the whole story.
Bluebottle: I was telled you the whole story!
Dick: From the beginning.
Bluebottle: Oh. I do not know dat.
Dick: Right.
Bluebottle: Well, I was ... I was coming back from morining classes one evenin' ... in Hyde Park , and I was brushin' da grass off my knees, when suddenly ...
Dick: Yes yes yes, yes?
Bluebottlle: (aside) Here, dere's some smashin' nurses 'ere, in't dere?
Dick: What, what, what what what what! Remove those evil thoughts from your mind! ... to mine!
Bluebottle: Never! I can get dem free on da National Health.
Dick: Gad, I must vote Labour next time.
Bluebottle: Dey're all red-hot Labour in dis ward.
Dick: So this is the Labour Ward!
Peter: Ha up!
Dick: Hup!
ORCHESTRA: Tattyrah chord, cymbal snap
OMNES: Hoi! Oi! Ay!
Spike: Thank you.
Bluebottle: Ooh, look, here comes someone on a stretcher.
Dick: So, they stretch people here! Poor man. Bandaged from head to throat. A victim of some fool. What happened, my good man?
Moriarty: You threw me through a window, you fool.
Dick: That reminds me, this photo you sold me is not of a spon, but a military gentleman in Africa . Who is he? Speak up! Or I'll confiscate your teeth.
Moriarty: Ahum ... I ... I ... I ... I tell you, I tell you. It's Major Dennis Bloodnok. He owns the film rights of the Wolfenden Report.
Dick? What? Walt Disney will never forgive him. AFtefr him!
ORHCESTRA: Bloodnok's Theme
Bloodnok: Ohh! Ohhhh! Ohhhohhoho! Ohhhohoh!
GRAMS: Swarming bees
Bloodnok: (over) Oh, me ahls, me ahls (sic).The heat and the flies. I ... I should never have come to Timbuktoo in the mating season, you know. (calls) Abdul? My military saxophone.
GRAMS: Buzzing stops
ORCHESTRA: 'Old Comrades' on solo saxophone (C-Melody). Then one long, low note.
Bloodnok: Ahh! Ohh!
GRAMS: Door opens, train arrival and train whistle (speeded up - very fast)
Dick: I'm Emery-type Seagoon. I've just arrived in Africa .
Bloodnok: I am Major Bloodnok, and I've been here all the time.
Dick: So you beat me here.
Bloodnok: Bend down and I'll beat you there!
FX: Slap
Dick: Oww! You fool, Bloodnok!
Bloodnok: What?
Dick: I must warn you, I am here on police business.
Bloodnok: Warn me, then.
Dick: First, a few questions.
Bloodnok: Yes?
Dick: One: Are you naked?
Bloodnok: Yes, I'm training to take a bath.
Dick: What a funny place to keep the soap.
Bloodnok: How dare you!
Dick: Is this a photograph of you?
Bloodnok: I felt no pain. Yes.
Dick: I've paid five hundred pounds for it.
Bloodnok: A bargain, a genuine Bloodnok.
Dick: I bought it believing it to be a photograph of a spon.
Bloodnok: A spon? You've been swindled, sir.
Dick: Bloodnok! I must ask you to be a witness in the spon case.
Bloodnok: I refuse to testify, sir.
Dick: Then I'll subpoena you.
Bloodnok: You filthy swine! Oh! Ohho!
Dick: Tie this railway engine 'round your waist and swallow this lump of coal.
Bloodnok: And, so saying, we left for England.
GRAMS: Two small blasts in tiny model steam engine
Dick: Here we are, back in England.
Spike: I'm sorry, we're closed.
Dick: Curse! It must be Thursday.
GRAMS: Bagpipes
Peter (Scottish): (over) It's a ... no sir, I'm sorry, welcome home to Ongland, sir. While you were sou' ea', there was another case o' sponnin', sir.
GRAMS: Pipes stop
Dick: Where?
GRAMS: Bagpipes
Peter (Scottish): Up tha London Zoo, sir.
GRAMS: Pipes stop
Dick: A zoo sponning! The worst type.
GRAMS: Bagpipes
Peter (Scottish):(over) Ahhrrr, ahhrrr.
GRAMS: Pipes stop
Dick: How do I get there?
GRAMS: Bagpipes
Peter (Scottish): (over) You have ta take a thirty-nine Green Line elephant, sir. But first of all I would like ya to hear this, sir, aye ...
GRAMS: Pipes stop. Piano intro of jangling chords, then accompaniment, under
pre-recorded Peter (Scottish): (singing) 'With a sporran in ma eye and a hairy on ma knee, sporran in ma eye and a hairy on ma knee ... Sporran on ma knee, hairy eye. Ahhhr.' Bagpipes
Peter (Scottish): (over) Well, I hope ya like it, sir. That's ma first composition.
GRAMS: (over pipes) Pistol shot - pipes slow to a halt
Dick: Got him in the haggis!
Peter (Scottish): Yahh.
Dick: Geldray, play a lament while I hold these chickens at bay. Back, you devils!
GRAMS: Clucking chickens
MUSIC: MAX GELDRAY plays 'It Happened In Monterey'.
APPLAUSE
Bill: Spon. Part three
Dick: Is this the zoo?
Spriggs: Yes Jim. Welcome to captivity.
Dick: I'm not here as a specimen. I believe a fish was sponned.
Spriggs: Yes, Jim.
Dixk: Were there any witnesses to the sponning?
Spriggs: Oh yes, Jim. Harold Blunn.
Dick: Where's he?
Spriggs: In there, Jim. In there!
Dick: Right.
Spriggs: (aside) You're alone, Jim.
Dick: I'll question this Harold Blunn.
Spriggs: Well done, Jim.
GRAMS: Door opens, closes, fottsteps running around the room, while Dick, pre-recorded, screams 'Ahhh ha, wowwww! Ahhha ha, woww. Aha ha!' (fade)
Bill: We had better explain that Harold Blunn us a gorilla. Height: Ten foot three; Chest, normal; Eighty-two inches; Weight: Eight hundred pounds.
GRAMS: Running and Dick screaming continues
Bill: (over) We leave him being questioned by Inspector Emery.
GRAMS: Growling, running footsteps, breaking glass
Dick: (breathless) Ohh!
Spriggs: Is it... any luck, Jim?
Dick: (breathless) Yes. I got out alive.
Spiggs: Oh.
GRAMS: Breaking glass
Dick: Thank heaven, he's thrown me legs out.
FX: Phone rings, taken off hook
Dick: Hello? Emery speaking from the zoo.
Peter (American): (on phone) I got some news, sir. Police records have found an actual recording of a spon.
Dick: What luck! Mr. Spriggs, hold this telephone.
Spriggs: Right, Jim.
Dick: (on phone) Hello, Spriggs?
Spriggs: Yes?
Dick: (on phone) You can hang up now.
Spriggs: OK.
FX: Telephone hung up
ORCHESTRA: Descending chords link
OMNES: (murmuring) 'Rhubarb, rhubarb'.
DIck: (over) Gentlemen, silence!
OMNES: Rhubarb murmurs continue
Spike: (over) Ying tong iddle i po.,
Dick: (over) Silence while we hear this recording of a spon.
OMNES: (murmurs quieten)
Dick: Willium? Play the record.
GRAMS: Spike, pre-recorded, played very fast, pops, gurgles, chokes, whistles and burps
Dick: So that's a spon. Now we know what we're looking for. Action!
ORCHESTRA: Adventure link
OMNES: Chorus of 'Oi! Oi! Ay!' etc.
Bill: To ... to trap the sponner, road blocks were set up. Special men were put on duty. (Spriggs imitation) On du-utee!
GRAMS: Clock chiming, footsteps on pavement
Dick: (over) Left, left, left left left. Now your right. Halt!
GRAMS: Footsteps stop
Dick: Now Colonel, sorry to put a man of such high rank on guard, but only men of high intellect can be trusted. So I leave you to trap the spon. See you later.
GRAMS: Footsteps (one pair of feet) going away
Eccles: (sings, softly) 'Hey, little man, when when when. Love blacker than the swan.'
GRAMS: Brief Fred the Oyster
Eccles: (sings, softly) A de da void. (pause) (speaks) What's that sound effect that should be there that wasn't? What's that?
GRAMS: Fred the Oyster
Eccles: (over) Oh, what's that? What's that? What's that? Ooh! What's that, what's that? What?
GRAMS: Owl hoots
Eccles: Oohhh! Who's dat? What's dat goin' 'oohhh!'? What dat adum. Halt, who goes dere?
GRAMS: Spike (pre-recorded, very fast) gurgles and gibberish
Eccles: Advance and be recognised!
Dick: Don't shoot! It's me. Great news!
Eccles: We're gettin' near de end.
Dick: I've heard that there's a ...
Bill: Even now ...
Eccles: What did you hear den?
Dick: ... (mumbled gibberish)
Bill: (over) ... Emery tells Eccles that a third sponning has been traced to the Canadian Rockies.
Eccles: What, what?
Bill: Part four: The Canadian Rockies.
ORCHESTRA: Tattyrah chord, cymbal snap
OMNES: (cheering) ''Ray!' etc.
Dick: Didn't take long.
Eccles: And it didn't hurt.
Dick: Now, let's speak to this typical native of Canada ...
Eccles: Go on dere.
DIck: ... whio happens to be a stranger around here.
Lew: Um ... er, hello er, partner Buzzy. Um ... so er, what can I do for you?
Spike: (spitting) Sput!
FX: Clang (spittoon)
Lew: 'At's alroight that bit, wan' it?
Dick: Very nice.
Lew: Good.
Dick: We need a guide.
Lew: Here, I got the ... I got the very fella for you. Um ... Chief Worry-guts.
Ray: Yim bom bala boo, yim bom.
Lew: This man here is a genuine fake Red Indian, available for Ray Ellington parts.
Ray: Here, my card.
Dick: This card is blank.
Ray: Got writing on da back.
Dick: That's a damn' silly place to write, on the back.
Ray: Look, me tell you. CHief Worry-guts, MGM child star, expert hunter, traps set, smoke signals - nine words for a shilling, swear-words extra.
Bloodnok: Don't pay it, sir. I can do all your swearing at half the price. It's the off-season, you know.
Eccles: Is dis de off-season?
Bloodnok: Yes.
Eccles: Well, I'm off, den.
Bloodnok: Oh.
Dick: Come back at once! Remember, you're all here as suspects.
Eccles: all of us?
Dick: Yes.
Lew: Well, you better get off before it gets dark then, hadn't you.
Ray: OK, white man.
Eccles: You already got it dark, you.
Ray: All ready for the trek.
Dick: Right. I'll get my trek suit on. Fill up the huskies with petrol and harness them to the charabanc. Forward!
ORCHESTRA: Descending chords link
GRAMS: WInd howling, chickens clucking
Bluebottle: (over) Mush! Mush! Get up, there! Flicks leather-type whip.
FX: Whip crack
Bluebottle: Ohho! My ear-hole!
GRAMS: Chickens clucking
Dick: (over) Bluebottle, tell those dogs to stop doing impressions of chickens.
Bluebottle: Naughty dogs. Stop dem chicken impressions.
GRAMS: Chickens stop
Ray: Paleface, we better travel on foot.
Dick: Right. I'll unpack one.
Ray: But what about the luggage? Me got three wives in suitcase.
BLoodnok: Carry your bag, sir?
Dick: Down, Bloodnok! Put evil thoughts behind you.
Bloodnok: They are behind me. That's why I'm first in the queue, you know.
Dick: Military fool.
Bloodnok: Oh ho, ho ho ho.
Dick: Ah. Now everybody will have to help carry my luggage.
Bloodnok: (strains)
Dick: (aside) Now to find the dreaded spon. I'll g ...
Bill: I'm sorry to interrupt you, Mr. Emery, but we've only got thirty seconds left.
Dick: I can't search Canada for a spon in thirty seconds. Oh. Oh no.
Bill: Very well. Ladies and gentlemen, you've been listening to an incomplete Goon Show. Goodnight.
ORCHESTRA: 'Lucky Strike'
Bill: (after first few bars, over) Alright, alright. WHoa! What, whoa! Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!
ORCHESTRA: Stops
Bill: Yes, yes, yes. For dissatisfied customers, here is a happy ending.
GRAMS: 'Laura' (under)
Spike: Cynthia.
Peter (Cynthia): Yes, darling.
Spike: Marry me, Cynthia.
Peter (Cynthia): Darling, I'd love to.
GRAMS: Organ plays 'Wedding March', church bells
OMNES & CAST: Cheering
ORCHESTRA: 'Lucky Strike'
Bill: (over) That was The Goon Show, A BBC recorded programme featuring Peter Sellers, Dick Emery and Spike Milligan, with the Ray Ellington Quartet, Max Geldray and the Orchestra conducted by Wally Stott. Script by Spike Milligan. Announcer: Wallace Greenslade. The programme produced by Charles Chilton.
ORCHESTRA: Playout