Strictly Pete and Dud.
An unpublished sketch by Peter Cook and Dudley Moore.
In a pub.
Pete: Hello Dud.
Dud: Hello Pete.
Pete: You look a bit browned off Dud.
Dud: I am Pete, I bleeding am. I've lost 60 quid....60 quid up the bleeding spout.
Pete: How's that then Dud?
Dud: Well Pete, I'll tell you, to start off, have you noticed how so many women these days can't seem to keep their kit on?
Pete: Well, no Dud, not in my experience like.
Dud: I tell you it's everywhere Pete, everywhere. In the newspapers, you can't miss it.
Pete: But you don't buy them sort of newspapers do you Dud?
Dud: No I don't! I know that! That's why I don't buy them mate, I tell you they should be on the top shelf. But now they're all at it. You open a page and BANG! In car adverts. BANG! Have you thought of holidaying in Benidorm? Open up the gardening page and BANG! And last week Sienna Pod or Miller or whatever her name is in a park showing everything in the bloody Daily Mail of all places! They should have a thumbnail tiny version of the picture on the front page, with a warning saying this photograph is on page 11 and then you could turn it over quick and not see it. And I've seen this programme that's on. Strictly Come Prancing or whatever it's called. You remember the old Come Dancing that used to be on? The one with the birds dressed in those big skirts and they looked like shuttlecocks going round?
Pete: Sort of Dud.
Dud: Well that had a bit of class that did. But this version, blimey. I'm not watching the dancing any more, I'm watching to see if the bleeding outfit holds on. There's this bird and she's whirling round one way and all the time I'm thinking the two tiny bits of material she's got on is going to fly off in the other direction into the audience. The cameraman's got the shakes as well, he can't keep the bleeding camera still! It's a worry Pete, I tell you.
Pete: I suppose it is Dud.
Dud: I can't enjoy it because I'm worrying about it. I'm petrified. She's going round at 60 miles an hour and I'm taking bets with myself whether the material stays on until the end of the dance. They might as well be wearing 3 sequins in the right places and have done with it. And I heard who's going to be in it this year. I got all excited because I kept hearing the name Kelly. Then it turns out to be bleeding Kelly Brook!
Pete: What's wrong with that then Dud?
Dud: What's wrong with that? I'll tell you what's wrong with that mate! All these fancy women they're having on, all these Kelly Brooks, and Penny Carlisles and Gabby Logoffs, they are totally unrealistic!
Pete: Why?
Dud: Well look. When I heard the name Kelly, I thought it was Ruth Kelly.
Pete: Oh.
Dud: And what's wrong with Fern Britton? Or Ann Widdecombe or Vanessa Feltz, or Dawn French? Real women mate!
Pete: I see what you mean Dud.
Dud: Instead we have these glam types swanning around every Saturday night wearing next to nothing. It's disgraceful Pete, it really is.
Pete: But I don't see what all this has got to do with losing 60 quid Dud.
Dud: Well, I'm coming to that aren't I! I'll tell you how I've lost 60 bloody quid! When I saw that picture in the Daily Mail I was disgusted. Straight up, I couldn't read any more mate. It went straight in the bin. In the bin, didn't bother with the rest of it.
Pete: But how did you lose 60 quid Dud?
Dud: I put it in the wrong bloody recycling bin didn't I, and got a 60 quid fine.
Pete: Oh dear Dud.
Pause.
Pete: Dud?
Dud: What?
Pete: Do you know where I could get a back copy?
Dud: Well, if you do get one make sure you put it in the right bloody bin!
An unpublished sketch by Peter Cook and Dudley Moore.
In a pub.
Pete: Hello Dud.
Dud: Hello Pete.
Pete: You look a bit browned off Dud.
Dud: I am Pete, I bleeding am. I've lost 60 quid....60 quid up the bleeding spout.
Pete: How's that then Dud?
Dud: Well Pete, I'll tell you, to start off, have you noticed how so many women these days can't seem to keep their kit on?
Pete: Well, no Dud, not in my experience like.
Dud: I tell you it's everywhere Pete, everywhere. In the newspapers, you can't miss it.
Pete: But you don't buy them sort of newspapers do you Dud?
Dud: No I don't! I know that! That's why I don't buy them mate, I tell you they should be on the top shelf. But now they're all at it. You open a page and BANG! In car adverts. BANG! Have you thought of holidaying in Benidorm? Open up the gardening page and BANG! And last week Sienna Pod or Miller or whatever her name is in a park showing everything in the bloody Daily Mail of all places! They should have a thumbnail tiny version of the picture on the front page, with a warning saying this photograph is on page 11 and then you could turn it over quick and not see it. And I've seen this programme that's on. Strictly Come Prancing or whatever it's called. You remember the old Come Dancing that used to be on? The one with the birds dressed in those big skirts and they looked like shuttlecocks going round?
Pete: Sort of Dud.
Dud: Well that had a bit of class that did. But this version, blimey. I'm not watching the dancing any more, I'm watching to see if the bleeding outfit holds on. There's this bird and she's whirling round one way and all the time I'm thinking the two tiny bits of material she's got on is going to fly off in the other direction into the audience. The cameraman's got the shakes as well, he can't keep the bleeding camera still! It's a worry Pete, I tell you.
Pete: I suppose it is Dud.
Dud: I can't enjoy it because I'm worrying about it. I'm petrified. She's going round at 60 miles an hour and I'm taking bets with myself whether the material stays on until the end of the dance. They might as well be wearing 3 sequins in the right places and have done with it. And I heard who's going to be in it this year. I got all excited because I kept hearing the name Kelly. Then it turns out to be bleeding Kelly Brook!
Pete: What's wrong with that then Dud?
Dud: What's wrong with that? I'll tell you what's wrong with that mate! All these fancy women they're having on, all these Kelly Brooks, and Penny Carlisles and Gabby Logoffs, they are totally unrealistic!
Pete: Why?
Dud: Well look. When I heard the name Kelly, I thought it was Ruth Kelly.
Pete: Oh.
Dud: And what's wrong with Fern Britton? Or Ann Widdecombe or Vanessa Feltz, or Dawn French? Real women mate!
Pete: I see what you mean Dud.
Dud: Instead we have these glam types swanning around every Saturday night wearing next to nothing. It's disgraceful Pete, it really is.
Pete: But I don't see what all this has got to do with losing 60 quid Dud.
Dud: Well, I'm coming to that aren't I! I'll tell you how I've lost 60 bloody quid! When I saw that picture in the Daily Mail I was disgusted. Straight up, I couldn't read any more mate. It went straight in the bin. In the bin, didn't bother with the rest of it.
Pete: But how did you lose 60 quid Dud?
Dud: I put it in the wrong bloody recycling bin didn't I, and got a 60 quid fine.
Pete: Oh dear Dud.
Pause.
Pete: Dud?
Dud: What?
Pete: Do you know where I could get a back copy?
Dud: Well, if you do get one make sure you put it in the right bloody bin!
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