S02E11 Lesson 17 – This is Your Life the Burkiss Way

The Burkiss Way to Dynamic Living, Radio’s Amazing Revolution Course in which the programme’s subject is … (we can’t tell you yet, because it’s a secret) in Lesson 17: This is Your Life the Burkiss Way. Do you remember these voices from Jo Kendall, Nigel Rees, Chris Emmett and Fred Harris? And who wrote these words? (Here’s a Clue – Andrew Marshall and David Renwick) And whose name is in producer Simon Brett’s little black book this week? (Hold your breath – it could be yours!)

First broadcast on 23 February 1977

Music: This Is Your Life signature tune, then down for

Eamonn Andrews: (over) Hello there, and This Is Your Life. And tonight on This Is Your Life, a man with what must be the most diabolical occupation in the world. (music fades out) A man whose mindlessly soul-destroying job would probably cost most people their sanity. But more about me later. (audience reaction) Our subject tonight is a very well-known Radio Four comedy show, which is about to start any second now, so we haven’t got a lot of time. I’m now gonna disguise myself as a joke, ugghh… ugh… there, that didn’t take long… and now, I’ll just slip back onto—

F/X: paper rustling

Eamonn Andrews: —page three of the script, and we’ll see what happens.

Continuity Announcer: This is Radio Four. And now, news of some programmes coming to you later today. In a few moments, we present the humorous wireless programme ‘The Burkiss Way to Dynamic Living’. (voice starts speeding up) Then at six forty-five tonight, there’s another chance to hear what’s going on in Ambridge as we present ‘The Archers’. (continues speeding up to unintelligibility) That’s followed at seven o’clock by the news and weather, another look…

F/X: explosion, several objects clattering onto the floor

F/X: police siren approaching, car door closing

Policeman: Alright, alright squire. What’s your game then, squire? Don’t you know the speed limit for continuity announcers on Radio Four? Squire? Thirty words an hour, squire. (pause) I think you’d better announce into this bag. (audience reaction) Eh, squire?

Continuity Announcer: What do you mean? I was perfectly legal.

Policeman: Just announce into the bag, squire. Say something about one of your Radio Four programmes.

Continuity Announcer: Look, this is pathetic.

Policeman: That’ll do nicely. Now then, may I see your papers?

Continuity Announcer: Ah, erm well that’s a bit awkward actually I’m afraid, because I haven’t got all my personal papers and diaries and things at the moment, my.. husband said he wanted to borrow them all.

Policeman: Borrow them all? What for?

Continuity Announcer: Well, he didn’t say. But he did stress that it wasn’t to lend them to the research consultants on the This Is Your Life programme.

Policeman: Strange. Exactly the same thing happened to me.

Continuity Announcer: Really?

Policeman: Yes. My husband did exactly the same thing. Well, be that as it may, squire, I’ve got to have a look at your papers.

Continuity Announcer: Why?

Policeman: Well, mine were delivered this morning.

Continuity Announcer: Hang on, there was something funny about that joke.

Policeman: No, I don’t think so, squire.

Continuity Announcer: No, I mean it wasn’t a real joke at all, but it, it was—

Eamonn Andrews: Stop! He he hee!

Policeman: What? What?

Eamonn Andrews: Alright, hold it there.

Announcer: The next line is now appearing on the cutting room floor at Broadcasting House.

Eamonn Andrews: He he. Well, you thought you were both comin’ here tonight to do a rather zany routine about radio announcers getting arrested for speeding, but instead, we’ve got bags more, thrills, spills and surprises for you all, because tonight, The Burkiss Way to Dynamic Living, This Is Your Life.

Continuity Announcer: Oohooo…

Policeman: (simultaneously) Oh.

(short pause, audience reaction)

Eamonn Andrews: Yes, a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha… (pause, audience reaction) a ha ha ha ha ha ha… (pause, audience reaction) a ha ha ha… (short pause, audience reaction) a ha ha… ha (pause, audience reaction) a ha… (pause, audience reaction) … cut to the studio quick, for heaven’s sake!

Music: This Is Your Life signature jingle


Eamonn Andrews: (off-camera) Have they all had their injections now, only I don’t want them t— (realises he actually is on camera) Oh right, a ha ha ha ha ha… Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and tonight, This Is Your Life The Burkiss Way. Now, the story of the Burkiss Way is one which begins in a little maternity ward in Stepney, nearly twelve months ago.

Mrs Smoth: George, George.

Mr Smoth : Yes, dear?

Mrs Smoth: George, I feel like an enormous apple dumpling, with.. with… with a couple of erm, with a couple of brussel sprouts on top.

Mr Smoth: Yes, ye-yes I dare say, but, but you’ll get your figure back eventually, dear.

Mrs Smoth: Oh, isn’t it marvellous, darling?

Mr Smoth: Wonderful.

Mrs Smoth: Here we are, expecting our very first radio programme.

Mr Smoth: Yes.

Mrs Smoth: Ahh. Our very own little Tony Blackburn Show.

Mr Smoth: Oh, now now dear, you never know – it might be a boy.

(audience reaction)

F/X: ripping noise

Mrs Smoth: George?

Mr Smoth: Yes?

Mrs Smoth: I think it’s coming on!

Mr Smoth: Oh good lord! Nurse! Nurse!

Nurse: Alright Mister Smoth, I think you’d better wait outside.

Mr Smoth: Right you are, nurse.

F/X: door closing

Music: Burkiss Way opening signature tune

Mr Smoth: (over) Oh… oh my…

F/X: door handle

Music: fades up

Mr Smoth: (over) Oh, yes?

Nurse: (over) Congratulations, Sir, it’s a Radio Four comedy!

Mr Smoth: (over) Ohh, oh fantastic!

(brief pause)

Burkiss Way Announcer: (over) Ga ga ga ga, gu gu gurgle gurgle gu ga ga. Ga ga gu gu gurgle gurgle, Jo Kendall, Nigel Rees, Chris Emmett and Fred Harris, gurgle gu ga gu ga, gu-gurgle gurgle gu-ga gu-ga, Lesson 17, Gurgle Gurgle Gu-Ga The Burkiss Way.

Music: to finish & out


Eamonn Andrews: Ha ha, a ha ha ha, a ha ha, a ha ha ha, a ha, a ha ha… And so, the Burkiss Way was born! Ha. But our story doesn’t end there – do you remember this laugh?

F/X: one person laughing, some others talking

Eamonn Andrews: Yes, that was the very first laugh you ever got, way back on show eleven! (audience reaction) Yes, that’s right. Come in, the laugh to the joke about Richard Burton’s pet newt.[1]

Music: This Is Your Life signature jingle

F/X: same laugh as above

Eamonn Andrews: A ha ha ha, a ha ha, a ha. Well, I’m sure that brought back many memories, er… but now we’re going to bring back a few more, because I wonder if you recall this line?

Passenger #2: (sounding a bit like a tape recording) What a shame you went and cracked it before you’d finished.

Eamonn Andrews: A ha ha, yes it was of course the twenty-ninth line in this train sketch:

F/X: train running noises in background

Passenger #2: Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?

Passenger #1: Er, no.

Passenger #2: Are you sure?

Passenger #1: Yes.

Passenger #2: If you don’t want me to, just say so!

Passenger #1: No, it’s quite alright.

Passenger #2: It’s up to you.

Passenger #1: No, really.

Passenger #2: Well I mean, some people can find me a little irritating—

Passenger #1: Will you shut up and sit down!

Passenger #2: See?

Passenger #1: Er I’m sorry, sorry. It’s just that I’m trying to finish this murder story.

F/X: leafing through book

Passenger #2: Oh, sorry. (short pause) I’ll sit down, shall I?

Passenger #1: Yes.

Passenger #2: You just ignore me and go on reading.

Passenger #1: Right.

Passenger #2: I won’t say a thing.

Passenger #1: Good.

Passenger #2: I shall be silent. (pause) As silent as.. the dusk dawning over the southernmost slopes of ancient Thebes. (short pause) Where languid cows ate grasses on the sleepy banks of the liquid warm stream, and the wizened old washer women watched their floors drying off in the crimson shade of the afternoon sun, while nearby the milkwhite water nymphs from the beach got tanned in the city’s equatorial warmth, and the golden globes—

Passenger #1: Ahh-hrrrm!

Passenger #2: Oh, sorry. Inadvertantly I made the mistake of describing my forthcoming silence in a rather… oververbal fashion. (short pause) Thereby inhibiting your enjoyment.

Passenger #1: My book, yes, yes…

Passenger #2: Well I.. I mean, if I keep talking you’ll never be able work out that it was Lord Thrimpson that did it.

Passenger #1: (exasperated) Ohhhhh…

F/X: snaps the book shut

Passenger #2: Oh, don’t tell me – you’ve guessed already, ohh… What a shame you went and cracked it before you’d finished.

Passenger #1: Ohhh!

Passenger #2: I-I’m, I’m not irritating you, am I?

Passenger #1: (shouting) No!

Passenger #2: Oh good. Oh I am glad. Er excuse me while I get my case down then, I just like to catch up on my work if I may.

F/X: noises of case being moved down and then opened

Passenger #2: (starts humming a little)

Passenger #1: (calm again, but only barely) What is your work?

Passenger #2: Oh, I’m an earplug tester.

Passenger #1: A what?

Passenger #2: Pardon? (audience reaction) [Now I’ll erm… ?] You’ll excuse me, I just put [??]

Passenger #1: Err hold..hold on, hold on, what are you switching that tape recorder on for?

F/X: glass shattering, spring going ‘sproing’, machine gun fire, heavy objects clattering, ‘burp’, ‘sproioooiong’, explosion

F/X: switch being flicked

Passenger #2: Yeees, that one seems alright. (hums) Mmm hhmm…

F/X: ‘cock-a-doodle-doo’, ‘baaah’, punch operating, pneumatic drill, weird sproinging and bubbling noises

Passenger #2: Mmm ye— ah! Ah, you would tell me if I started irritating you, wouldn’t you? I mean, you would speak up—

F/X: more weird clattering and banging noises, as well as some strains of music

Passenger #1: (over) Yes! Yes alright!! I think you’re irritating me!

Passenger #2: (over) Eh?

Passenger #1: (over) You’re annoying me! Stupid, annoying, nasty, irritating little man and I can’t stand you any longer!

F/X: recording of weird sounds stops, only train running noises continue in background


Passenger #2: You’re just saying that.

Passenger #1: (on verge of breakdown) Get out! Get out of here!

Passenger #2: Oh! Oh so it’s like that, is it? Well, I know your sort! Right, I’m off. I’m going. And I tell you one thing:

Passenger #1: (snaps) What?!

Passenger #2: I hope they catch you flushing this lavatory when we’re in a station, huh! Goodbye!

F/X: compartment door closing


Eamonn Andrews: Ha ha ha ha ha. Well, you haven’t seen some of those jokes now for some fifty-six years. But here to talk about them is one of the two men from that very sketch: Come in please, the man who was trying to read his book, Alfred Perskins of Hackney:

Music: This Is Your Life signature jingle


Eamonn Andrews: Ha ha, haha hahahaha. Well, there was quite a story attached to that sketch, I believe, Mr Perskins.

Passenger #1: Er yes, it was rather humorous really, because the man who was annoying me had terrible trouble with spoonerisms, ha. Like he, he always said things like ‘Meesed to pleat you’, and er ‘Let me druy you a bink’ and so forth.

Eamonn Andrews: Ha ha. Well thank you very much, Alfred Perskins of Hackney.

Passenger #1: And he had terrible trouble with that speech about the dusk dawning over ancient Thebes.

Eamonn Andrews: Well thank you very much, Alfred Perskins of Hackney.

Passenger #1: Like instead of saying ‘The…’, ‘The water nymphs from the beach got tanned in the city’s’, he said ‘The water nymphs from the beach got sand in the— ’

Eamonn Andrews: Well th..thank you very much, er Alfred Perskins of Hackney.

Passenger #1: Er and, and instead of saying ‘The washer women watched their floors drying off’ he said ‘The washer women watched their drawers— ’

Eamonn Andrews: Well, well thank you very much, Alfred Perskins of Hackney.

Passenger #1: And then, when he should have said ‘The cows ate grasses’, he said ‘The cows grazed— ’

Eamonn Andrews: Well thank you very much, get him off, get him off… what… oh, ha.


Eamonn Andrews: Ha ha, hahaha. But worse was to come. (short pause) And there’s one man who still remembers those days very vividly.

F/X: outside atmosphere

Interviewer: Well, here we are at Shepperton Film Studios, where we’re very, very honoured that a new, world-famous, glittering show business star has taken time off from his work to talk to us. Good evening to you.

Eric Pode: Pardon?

Interviewer: A ha ha. A ha ha, well… yes. Is it any wonder that he’s a legend in his own lifetime? Now of course you’re heavily made up for one of your parts, so lets tell all the viewers who you are, shall we?

Eric Pode: Eric Pode of Croydon.

Interviewer: A ha. Yeees… ha. Well Mr Croydon, I expect many people were fooled by the hunched back, the eye and the forehead and so on.

Eric Pode: Yeah, yeah, they’ve covered them up quite well, haven’t they?

(audience reaction)

Interviewer: Er now er, you’ve, you’ve been in films for many years now, haven’t you?

Eric Pode: Yeah, that’s right, yeah, yeah. Before the talkies arrived, I used to double the silences on, you see? I, I had to sit in front of the microphone all day keepin’ absolutely quiet.

Interviewer: But er, but this is your best role yet, isn’t it? This film about 19th century Paris?

Eric Pode: Yeah, yeah yeah. They’ve got a special device they use to make me look short, like, like, like that bloke Toulouse-Lautrec.

Interviewer: I see, yes, an-and er, this device, what is it, er trick photography?

Eric Pode: No, a saw.

Interviewer: Haa haa, well, yeees, isn’t he a panic? Yees, er… well you’ve obviously done very well, Mister Croydon.

Eric Pode: Yeah, yeah, the critics say I’m like a breath of fresh air in the film world.

Interviewer: Er, a breath of fresh air?

Eric Pode: Yeah, I get up everybody’s nose, you see?

Interviewer: Yeah… well ha, oho, stop it, the pain’s too great. Aha, ahrm… now er, Mister Croydon, erm—

Eric Pode: Yeah…

Interviewer: —tell us, what was it like working on the Burkiss Way?

Eric Pode: They were the happiest days of my life.

Interviewer: Really?!

Eric Pode: No, not really. (audience reaction) Mind you, mind you, they always treated me like a king.

Interviewer: Like a king…

Eric Pode: Yeah, they kept burying me in Westminster Abbey, you see. Haaaaaaaahhh…

Interviewer: A ha ha ha, a ha. Yeah…

Eric Pode: I got that, I got that off a gag cracker’s ball, you know.

Interviewer: Yeees, I…

Eric Pode: Yeah…

Interviewer: … I hear… Oh wee-eell, well thank you Mr Croydon and er, now we’ll let you get back to your shooting.

Eric Pode: Thank you very much, Sir, thanks. Alright boys, take it away.

F/X: machine gun fire

Eric Pode: Owwww! Owww! Oww!

Music: Vibraphone glissando, then Theme from A Summer Place

Announcer: (over) There will now be a short intermission.

F/X: another Vibraphone glissando, then outside atmosphere with birds tweeting

Man: Drink, darling?

Woman: Yes please, darling. I’ll have one of those.

F/X: glasses clinking, some liquid being poured

Music: some sort of funky sounding music starts up

F/X: motor noises of souped-up cars driving around, another drink being poured with ice cubes clinking, then seaside atmosphere with seagulls, a splash as someone jumps into the water, laughing, drinking noises, more water splashing (continues in background)

Music: fades out

Woman: Mmmm, another drink, please.

F/X: drinking noises, ice cubes clinking

Man: Cigarette, darling?

F/X: match being struck, followed by an explosion

Music: fades back in

Ad Voice-over: (over) Yes, people like you are drinking ‘Meths’.

Music: out

(audience reaction)

F/X: vibraphone glissando

Eamonn Andrews: Ha ha ha. But it didn’t end there. As you probably remember, that was the first time you ever had an intermission, and nine months later, you were rushed to hospital for this sketch:

Doctor: Right, now this won’t hurt a bit, Mr Sproat.

F/X: tearing/​ripping noises, then a drill, followed by some hammering, a jigsaw, finally something clattering

Doctor: Ah, there we are. And I don’t mind saying that’s one of the toughest ingrowing toenails I’ve ever come across. Next!

F/X: door handle, door closing

Mr Jobes: Mr Norman Jobes, doctor.

Doctor: Ah yes, good morning, and er, how are you today, Mr Jobes?

Mr Jobes: Fine, thank you.

Doctor: Good. (audience reaction) Just… just keep up the tablets. Next.

F/X: door handle, door closing

Patient: Er, afternoon, doctor.

Doctor: Ah, good evening. Er, what can I do for you?

Patient: Well er, I-I’ve been getting these earaches, doctor.

Doctor: Earaches, I see.

Patient: (quietly) Yeah…

Doctor: Whereabouts?

(audience reaction)

Patient: Er… I-I-I… I-I beg your pardon, doctor?

Doctor: Er, whereabouts? Er in what part of your body do you get these ‘earaches’?

Patient: Well er, ahem, i-in..in my ears.

Doctor: I’m sorry, in your what…?

Patient: My ears, doctor, me ears.

Doctor: Your… sorry, sorry, what did you call them?

Patient: Ears. My..my ears.

Doctor: Your airs?

Patient: No, no no, ears. E A R S, ears. Ears.

Doctor: Ears?!

Patient: Yes.

Doctor: Good lord.

Patient: What?

Doctor: Twenty-five years as a medical practitioner and I’ve never come across that one before. [Well yah ?]… funny how you can miss out on things, isn’t it? Hang on, I’d better note that down before I forget it.

F/X: pen scribbling

Doctor: Er, ears, er. Place where you get earache.

Patient: Er now look, w-wait a minute, never mind that. W-what are you gonna do to relieve my pain then?

Doctor: Well, I think that under the circumstances we’d better send you along to a lobster specialist.

Patient: A lobster specialist?

Doctor: Yes, they’re the best here I think.

Patient: What for?

Doctor: Well he’ll know much more about lobsters than me, you see erm… it’s what he’s been trained to specialise in.

Patient: Yeah but, look look, I.. I haven’t got any lobsters.

Doctor: Haven’t got any? You had them removed at birth, did you?

Patient: I—, I’ve never had any lobsters.

Doctor: Oh dear. (writes) No lobsters. (normal) Well, [now ?] you don’t worry about it, lots of men have learned to live virtually an ordinary live with just one lobster – or as in your case with none at all.

Patient: Now..now look here, wait a minute, I’ve had enough o’ this, this is gonna stop!

Doctor: Ah. Ah in that case, I’d better send you along to Doctor Hawkitts, a female colleague of mine.

Patient: Oh yeah, who’s she?

Doctor: Er, well she’s what’s called a punchline specialist.

Patient: Eh?

Doctor: Just through here.

F/X: door handle, door closing

Doctor: Phew, that was a bit close one. Now I can get back to my rounds of the wards.

F/X: reverberating foot steps, hospital atmosphere in the background

Doctor: Ahh, Mrs Hackinbottom, ha. And how are we today?

Mrs Hackinbottom (falsetto voice): Ohh, I’m still getting these dizzy spells, doctor.

Doctor: Dizzy spells, I see, yes. Have you been giving her anything to make her sleep, sister?

Nurse: Yes, we play her a recording of ‘Sale of the Century’ at about eight thirty.

Doctor: But, she’s still not responding. Hmm. Well Mrs Hackinbottom, I think we’d better have the old head off, don’t you?

Mrs Hackinbottom: Sorry, doctor?

Doctor: Have the old head off. We’ll just rip it off for you. Better to be safe than sorry.

Mrs Hackinbottom: Oh. Uh. Very good, doctor. If you’re sure it’s no trouble.

Doctor: No trouble at all, Mrs Hackinbottom. We’ll have you as right as a corpse in no time.

Mrs Hackinbottom: Oh. I think you doctors are wonderful.

Doctor: Only doing our job, Mrs H. So make a note of that, would you, sister? Book the theatre at three pm tomorrow for a headectomy.

Nurse: Erm… er, very good, doctor. Oh, erm… while I think of it, Mrs Hackinbottom, there are some visitors outside for you.

Mrs Hackinbottom: Visitors? For me? Ohhho, how lovely!

Nurse: Yes, hold on, I’ll just show them in.

F/X: door handle, foot steps

Nurse: And here they are, your visitors: Arthur Askey (applause starts), Ted Ray, Cyril Fletcher, and (applause fades out) the man who hatched up the whole idea, Professor Jimmy Edwards (more applause).

Mrs Hackinbottom: Ohh, excuse me, but what is all this? You’re makin’ me feel worse.

Nurse: Making her feel worse. Well panel?

Mrs Hackinbottom: (continues muttering in background)

Panel Member: This is the tale of a poor old dear /
who went to hospital feeling queer.
So ugly was she that to boot /
her face looked like a bowl of fruit.
Soon she felt a great deal worse /
when hearing this appalling verse.
The team’s behaviour she abhorred /
but all her pleas they just ignored.
Till finally Mrs Hackinbottom picked up a gun /
and with it…

F/X: machine gun fire

Panel Member: Arrrrghgh!

Eamonn Andrews: A ha ha ha ha ha. But it didn’t end there. Because it was just two weeks later that your closing signature tune emigrated to Australia, and you thought you’d never see it again. Well, at great expense, we’ve flown the closing signature tune two thousand miles from New South Wales to be here tonight. And here it is:

Music: This Is Your Life signature jingle


Music: Burkiss Way closing signature tune

Burkiss Way Announcer (Aussie accent): (over) Well pooftahs, that’s about cop you lot for ’nother week out; sorry about that sports, but that’s the way the kookaburra crumbles, and if you don’t like to taste some kookaburra crumbles, ha, just sling five thousand readies now to Jo Kendall, Nigel Rees, Chris Emmett and Fred Harris, and we’ll bung you the rest of it quicker than you can switch off a Rolf Harris show. [Yes ?], laugh at the [??] now with the chuckle literature of Andrew Marshall and David Renwick, or you’ll end up with a wacko for the [??] from producer Simon Brett of Sydney. We’ll be with you for another giggle-gig next week [??] till then from all of us dingos of the Intensive Forces Ward, happy dynamic living.

Music: to finish & out


Continuity Announcer: The Burkiss Way. And now on Radio Four, it’s time for programmes for children. And this week we present number forty-two in our series of comic book classics, The Legion of Superheroes.

Music: electronic sci-fi-style music

Voice-over: The year: Twenty Seventy-Seven. The place: The planet Krypton in the star system of Zanagar. The sketch: This one.

Music: to climax, then fades out

Superheroes: (everybody muttering) Cosmic matter, cosmic matter, cosmic matter …

F/X: three gavel bangs

Superheroes: (muttering) … cosmic matter…

Invulnerable Boy: I call this meeting of the Legion of Superheroes to order. Invisible Kid? (pause, audience reaction) Oh, Invisible Kid, how are the applications for membership progressing?

Invisible Kid: Well, Invulnerable Boy, we’ve had several people, but none were very suitable for the Legion of Superheroes. First, there was Transvestite Lad. Has the ability to dress up in womens’ clothes at will. Captain Horlicks. Can make hot malted milk bedtime drinks at will. Commander Lemon. Can change into a lemon at will. And Archive Lass. Can obtain obscure back numbers of the ‘Exchange & Mart’ at will. Erm, none of which would really be a potent deterrent in the event of an unexpected invasion of the galaxy. Unless of course the invasion was from a kinky reader of the ‘Exchange & Mart’ suffering from [night ?] starvation and citrus fruit phobias.

Invulnerable Boy: Well, it has been known. Show in the final applicant.

F/X: portal opening with reverb, ominous-sounding hum, foot steps

Invisible Kid: Oh. You wish to join the Legion of Superheroes.

Applicant: Er yes please, yes.

Captain Atom: And wh..what is your super power?

Applicant: Well I have the power, completely without any form of energy, to stand up.

Captain Atom: Stand up, yes?

Applicant: Yes, at will.

Invulnerable Boy: What, just stand up?

Applicant: Yes, I-I realise it’s quite unbelievable. W-would you, would you like me to demonstrate?

Superheroes: (all three) Oh, please.

Applicant: Right. Hand me that chair. Now… uh..uhgggh…

F/X: thunderbolt

Applicant: There.

Invisible Kid: Erm…

Captain Atom: Yes.

Invisible Kid: … I see.

Captain Atom: A ha.

Invulnerable Boy: Yes.

Invisible Kid: You.. certainly seem to have a power there, but how can we put it, it’s, well it’s… it’s… it’s not really very super, is it?

Applicant: I can do it quite quickly.

Invulnerable Boy: Speed of itself isn’t sufficient additive to take ‘standing up’ into the ‘incredible’ class. To be frank, it’s a bit on the… ‘bloody pathetic’ side.

Applicant: Oh. Well, luckily I do have other powers.

Superheroes: (together) Oh?

Applicant: Yes, I can travel about from place to place.

Captain Atom: What, at will?

Applicant: Oh yes, yes.

Captain Atom: Oh, teleportation. Say, how exactly do you do this travelling?

Applicant: Well, I decide where I want to travel, then I simply raise my right arm like this…

Captain Atom: Yes?

Applicant: … until it’s out-stretched.

Invisible Kid: And fly up into the air!

Applicant: No, the bus stops and I get on.

Superheroes: (together) Grave matter, grave matter.

Invulnerable Boy: Look, will you get out of here and stop wasting our time, you stupid little weed?

Applicant: Ss-so! Stupid little weed, is it? Well, I’ll show you. I do in fact have another power that I haven’t mentioned. A power so incredible you won’t believe it!

Superheroes: (together) What??

Applicant: I have the power to completely stop any comedy programme at will!

Invulnerable Boy: I don’t b—



  1. The Burkiss Way actually did a joke featuring Richard Burton’s newt, although it was in lesson 6, not 11.