Notes: This is from the 'Tedded' version and I can tell that there were some parts of the show were worse quality than others, so I've come to believe that they were parts taken out of Transcription Service. They will be marked with brown.

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Recorded: 24th January 1960

Broadcast: 28th January 1960

GREENSLADE: This is the BBC Home Service despite what the Light Programme says

SECOMBE: And what does the Light Programme say?

GREENSLADE: They say . . .

GRAMS: Sped up - Greenslade saying "This is the BBC Light Programme"

SECOMBE: Gad, how can we tell you apart?

GREENSLADE: Well, our programme has naturally wavy hair for instance and we make insular announcements like this:

SELLERS: Here is a hendu warning. Hendus are raging in sea areas cromety firth, fourth, fith and six. Gale force hendus are sweeping eastward from Iceland, Shetland and the ponies. Further hendus are sweeping in from the east. That is the hend of the endu warning. Tong

SECOMBE: Pardon me Wal, but whatís a hendu?

GREENSLADE: It lays eggs

SECOMBE: And you say theyíre blowing from the east?

GREENSLADE: Yes

SECOMBE: Stand by for Easter eggs!

ORCH: Off key ta-ra on trumpet

GREENSLADE: Ta. And now we present Chapter One of a new dynamic novel written entirely on carbon paper paper, shaven Arab socks and copyright underwater during the hendu season, entitled ĎThe Last of the Smoking Seagoonsí. Part one: the scene, an unfilled cavity in a dentistís waiting room

WILLIUM: [In agony] Oh mate!

GREENSLADE: Ta, part two: the annual shareholdersí meeting of The [color=brown]Imperial[/color] Ascot Tobacco Company

OMNES: [Uncontrolled coughing]

FX: Multiple hammering of gavel

HENRY CRUN: [Coughs to a rhythm] Oh dear, Iíve got a nasty cough, Min

MIN BANNISTER: Yes you have got a nasty cough, Henry. What happened to that nice cough you used to have? You know the one that used to go . . .

GRAMS: Elephant trunk call

MIN BANNISTER: Thatís the one

HENRY CRUN: Oh that one, yes, someone shot it, Min

MIN BANNISTER: The quill, did you have it stuffed Henry?

HENRY CRUN: Aaah now youíre asking me something

MIN BANNISTER: I know Iím asking you something

MILLIGAN: [Sings with a vibrato voice for about 4 seconds]

FX: Fft, fft , Body falling to floor

MILLIGAN: [Continues singing for about 2 seconds, ends with burp]

THROAT: Thank you very much

HENRY CRUN: I donít know where we get these shareholders from

MIN BANNISTER: You can't get them, canít get the shareholders, you know Henry. I canít get any holders for my shares.

HENRY CRUN: Oh really?

MIN BANISTER: No. Oh well . . .

HENRY CRUN: Welcome now to the shareholdersí meeting, ladies and gentlemen. Iím glad that this time the gentlemen are wearing trousers. And now Min of Mongolia will read the trading report for the last year

FX: Turns paper, pause, turns paper, pause, turns paper

HENRY CRUN: Yes, it was a very quiet year. [Sings] Nothing was heard but the song of a vag . . . [Min joins in and continues singing high notes until Grams]

GRAMS: Burst of applause, chanting - Sped up 'Ziek Heil'. "Hooray, Hooray", [color=brown][next part sounds like a previous Goon Show with audience] Harp glissando, audience laughs, man talking with worried voice - "Iíve been worried about the Goon Show lately", audience applauds joke, man continues "I said to Jim the other day . . . ", elephant trunk call

HENRY CRUN: Thank you.

MIN BANNISTER: Poor Jim

HENRY CRUN: and now the consumer research bureau statistical report on the customers of this tobacco company

FX: Gavel rapped on desk

HENRY CRUN: Gentlemen, good news; that means weíve had a knocker fitted to the door

SEAGOON: [Off] Itís me [coughs]

HENRY CRUN: Itís coughing Ned of Wales, our only customer. Get the horses out of here, Min

GRAMS: Horse gallops fading

FX: Door opens

SEAGOON: Good heavens, the Lord Mayor Show has been this way

HENRY CRUN: No Ned, the floor has been this way for years

SEAGOON: Oh good, so the floor goes this way. It must be a short cut

HENRY CRUN & SEAGOON: [Accenting laughs]

HENRY CRUN: Did you hear that, Min?

MIN BANNISTER: [Off] I did, Henry

HENRY CRUN: Come now Ned, do a nice little cough for the shareholders

SEAGOON: [Coughs]

GRAMS: [Under Seagoon] small claps

GRYTPYPE: Neddie, may I say on behalf of the shareholders that was beautiful. Tell me Ned, what brought you to our meeting?

SEAGOON: An ambulance [coughs] Iíve got to give it up, you know

GRYTPYPE: Give up ambulances, Neddie? Ambulances are good for you

SEAGOON: No, no, no, Iím trying to give up smoking. Iím up to two a day, you know. Itís ruining me health, hilth, hoolth and hulth, niehau!

GRYTPYPE: Really?

SEAGOON: [color=brown]Shareholders of The Imperial Ascot Tobacco Company,[/color] even though Iím your only customer, Iíve got to give it up!

GRAMS: Mourning crowd

GRYTPYPE: Just one moment please, one moment please

GRAMS: Mourning crowd tape slows down

GRYTPYPE: Now Ned, donít be hasty, the whole output of this mighty Imperial Ascot Tobacco Company is geared to your nicotine addiction

SEAGOON: I donít care; Iíve got to think of my lungs

GRYTPYPE: Why should you, they never think of you Ned? Moriarty, the sobbing violin

ORCHESTRA: Violin ĎHearts and Flowersí

GRYTPYPE: [Over orch.] Here Ned, have a cigarette to steady your nerves

SEAGOON: [Over orch.] Thank you [sucks] I say, this cigaretteís all filter with a tobacco tip

GRYTPYPE: Of course itís all filter with a tobacco tip, Neddie. It is my latest invention

SEAGOON: You filter swine!

ORCHESTRA: Big joke chord

GREENSLADE: End of part one. Three years on and six million nerve-wracking coughs later, a tiny nicotine-stained figure sits by a mountain of dog ends. Behind each ear are strapped two revolving bundles of half-smoked cigarettes

ORCHESTRA: Some kind of stringed instrument played above the fret

SEAGOON: [Coughs, speaks very fast] Hello folks hello folks hello folks [speaks normal pace] Hello folks [coughs more] Hello folks, this is Ned of Wales calling in the outdoor Fag-end Service of the BBC.[Coughs] Folks [tries to talk, but canít because of cough] Iím in a bad way, folks, I need help. Heeeeeeelp!

GRAMS: Car drives up and screaches to a stop

SEAGOON: Heavens, a 95-foot long motorcar covered in mink, it must be Peter Sellers

GRYTPYPE: No, no Ned, No he hasnít heard of this one yet, Neddie. [color=brown]This is the delivery truck of The Imperial Ascot Tobacco Company.[/color] I just heard your ~cree-de-ker~

SEAGOON: Did you? It mustíve been a loud one

GRYTPYPE: Fair, it shook the windows Ned. Now Ned, I know a great surgeon who can cure those dreaded ~cree-de-kers~

SEAGOON: Does he practice in Harley Street?

GRYTPYPE: Yes, but only on the saxophone. Police kept moving him on you know, [color=brown]that is why he was forced to take the degrading post as chief surgeon to the King[/color]. Now just go behind this handy road-side screen and take your clothes off

SEAGOON: Thank you. [Off, singing] Iím only a strolling [stops singing] hahaha, ooh, I havenít had that off for a long time. Ohahoaho . . .

GRYTPYPE: Right Moriarty, weíll take these clothes and have them valued

GRAMS: Car drives off

SEAGOON: I say hurry up, hurry up! Itís cold behind here, a lot of woodpeckers around

GREENSLADE: Ladies and gentlemen, a Bow Street runner approaches

GRAMS: Running footsteps fading in

WILLIUM: Hello, hello. Whoís left this screen by de road with itís lights off in broad daylight? Anybody in?

SEAGOON: Yes

WILLIUM: Well come on out madam

SEAGOON: I canít, I havenít any clothes on, Iím waiting for a medical inspection

GRAMS: ~"Could I please have some help with this one please"~ Cacophony of sound effects: Sweep, Bop, Bubbles, Burp, Rising wizz, Plop, Boing

WILLIUM: I reckon you need one, mate

SEAGOON: Just a moment - theyíve gone! My clothes have gone, Grytpype-Thyneís gone, Moriartyís gone, the carís gone!

WILLIUM: Youíve gone, mate and all. Come on Off to the old wolololololop (indian war woop)!

SEAGOON: Ololololop, none of that, no ololop, I was in there last week you know

WILLIUM: Well, youíre going in again this week now, old Milliganís a bit short of ideas you see now, come on

(Arguing continues)

FX: Plop

CAST: Wolololololop!

SEAGOON: Try it Wal, wololololop!

GREENSLADE: Wololololop, wololololop! Part four: the scene is lit by the brilliant conk of Max the conks Geldray!

GRAMS: Burst of applause!

MAX GELDRAY AND ORCHESTRA: "What More Do You Want?"

MAX GELDRAY: Thank you folks and plodgee, this is Max ĎConksí Geldray, the golden plum and friend to the snowmans. Listen again next week when you will hear . . . [blows harmonica C# chord]

GRAMS: Burst of applause

GREENSLADE: Stop, stop, stop!

GRAMS: Stops

GREENSLADE: Thankyou. Part four: the dreaded National Health hospital at Hampton Court

DOCTOR: Say aah

MALE PATIENT: [Straining] Aahh

GRAMS: Rubbing and scratching, running footsteps, objects thrown down etc.

FEMALE PATIENT: [Screams, etc.]

BLOODNOK: Yes, youíll love it here, Neddie. Iíve had your clothes x-rayed and weíve discovered an anonymous swollen wallet inside your jacket. Nurse Mills?

ELLINGTON: Yes darling?

BLOODNOK: Ohhh. Nurse prepare for a money operation

ELLINGTON: Oh, the matron wonít like it

BLOODNOK: Sheís not getting any of it, aeough!

MILLIGAN: Whatís the operation, doctor?

BLOODNOK: Well I have to remove his post office savings account. Hand me the anaesthetic, will you? Erh!

FX: Thump

ECCLES: Oooww, Major

BLOODNOK: Iím sorry, Eccles, I . . .

SEAGOON: Here, wait a moment, I . . .

FX: Thump

SEAGOON: Aeough!

BLOODNOK: Right, nurse, knife . . .

GRAMS: Rip

FX: Writing on paper

BLOODNOK: [Over FX] Pen, ink, specimen of patientís signature, put it in the forgery kit there, ooh, itís all over!

GRAMS: Running footsteps fading out

SEAGOON: Ooh, ooh, nurse, where am I?

MIN BANNISTER: England, Ned

SEAGOON: Thank heaven. If it hadnít been, Iíd never have had the money to get back

GRYTPYPE: Cigarette, Ned?

SEAGOON: Cigarettes, yes, Yes, YES YES YES YES YES! [Blows into cigarette] Oooooooooooooohhhhhhh!

GRAMS: Crackling flames, fire brigade bell, water, hiss of steam

GRYTPYPE: Did you enjoy that, Neddie?

SEAGOON: Aaahh, Oh yes yes yes yes yes

GRYTPYPE: Well have another one; the crowd expects it of you

GRAMS: Running footsteps with Seagoon saying "No, no, no, no . . . ", speeds up to an incredibly high speed

GREENSLADE: And now part two of an early Roman trouser plantation. To escape from the dreaded fiend, Nicotine Ned stows away on a Hindu ship, disguised as a stow-away

ORCHESTRA: Naval-type link

GRAMS: Seagulls, wash of sea

FX: ding ding, ding ding, ding ding

BANERGEE: What, what, what is, what is that?

LALAKAKA: What is that? Thatís six bells, six bells

BANERGEE: Six bells? Listen, man, we donít need them

LALAKAKA: What do you mean you donít need the six bells? What do you mean?

[color=brown]BANERGEE: What Iím saying[/color], what I am telling you[color=brown] . . .

LALAKAKA: What do you mean?

BANERGEE: You silly old Pakistani, you listen to me. Listen

LALAKAKA: My mother is Irish, I tell you

BANERGEE: But you werenít born in London ~condolencies~

LALAKAKA: I know that, alright[/color]

BANERGEE: What we need, we donít need six bells. What we need is one bell and we hit it five times

LALAKAKA: It was only one bell hit five times

BANERGEE: Then why didnít you say so, man? Do it all again and say it properly

LALAKAKA: Alright, alright

FX: Ding ding, ding ding, ding ding

LALAKAKA: One bell hit five times

SEAGOON: I say, [color=brown]I say Hindu gentlemen[/color]

LALAKAKA & BANERGEE: What, what?

LALAKAKA: Iíve never seen anything like this, what is it, sir?

SEAGOON: Are you generally responsible for berths on this ship?

LALAKAKA: What is written here is not pointless, not all of them

SEAGOON: Iím on this trip for my health, Iím a victim of fag-ends.

BANERGEE: Oh dear dear dear

SEAGOON: Iíve lost all my teeth and Iíve got hydromynthalics-defatic-thrompyteritis with complications

BANERGEE: What are the complications?

SEAGOON: Trying to say that lot without my teeth. [Without teeth] Now listen, I tell you [with teeth] Iíve had no food since the trip started

BANERGEE & LALAKAKA: Oh yes, we know we know we know . . .

BANERGEE: It is the policy of this line to starve the passengers to death you know

SEAGOON: Well, why wasnít I told?

BANERGEE: It is also the policy of this line not to alarm the passengers

ECCLES: Ahowowoy, mouth of the Amazon in sight!

PIRATE: Arr, look out for the wash, arr

SEAGOON: What wash?

PIRATE: The dreaded Amazon mouth wash, my dear ahaharr, narnarhaharr, aarr. They do say South America is haunted, my darliní ahahar, this little fag-end is haunted. With sixpence I learnt everything, ahaharrrr, narliemahar

GREENSLADE: [color=brown]Bernard Miles is now appearing at the Mermaid Theatre. And now Ray Ellington, son of Mermaid

RAY ELLINGTON QUARTET: ĎToo Marvellous For Wordsí

BLOODNOK: Aeiough! Well, Ned! So we meet again thanks to skilful writing. Look at this, Ned, look at this here, a picture of me

SEAGOON: Was it taken by flashlight?

BLOODNOK: No, taken by rifle fire, a new process you know. You get a pile of rifles and you set fire to them

SEAGOON: Gad, what will you think of next?

BLOODNOK: Well, I think Iíll say Iím not staying on this ship. Iíve been beaten, flogged, keel-hauled, mutinited, tarred, hung from the yard arm, lashed to the mast and also an unpleasant incident east of the wind

SEAGOON: But a sailor must expect these things

BLOODNOK: Sailor? Iím a first class passenger

SEAGOON: Youíre a first class . . .

BLOODNOK: Yes, I know, I know. Well now, letís have a quick résumé

GRAMS: Very short snippet of an explosion

BLOODNOK: Aah, thatís better. Stand aside for the equity announcement, badaaaaaa!

GREENSLADE: Neddie hid all the way on the boat to South America and he hid all the way back again, thus breaking the worldís hiding record

BLOODNOK: Ned of Wales, Ned of Nicotine listen, woof woof woof, the sound of the bonkerville

SEAGOON: Quick, where can I hide?

BLOODNOK: Come in side you silly . . . Come inside this patriotic military museum. Disguise yourself as a visitor

JIM SPRIGGS: Hello, Jim

BLOODNOK: Good heavens, itís hello Jim, a night visitor. Welcome to the Bloodnok Patriotic Museum, every exhibit a real eye waterer. Admission, a mere nine guineas

JIM SPRIGGS: Why do you charge so much, Jim?

BLOODNOK: Well itís something to do with the holidays in the South of France, you know

JIM SPRIGGS: Very well

FX: Cash register bell

BLOODNOK: Oooh, that tune, how it haunts me. Itís my regimental march, the third mounted cash registers you know. Come in and savour the exhibits, lad, this way please. Now you see, the actual slice of Gruyere cheese issued to the fifteenth Panzer division of the battle of Boorada. Just there you see

JIM SPRIGGS: Just a minute, Jim

BLOODNOK: What, what, what?

JIM SPRIGGS: Wait a minute Jim. This steaming cheese has got New Zealand stamped on it

BLOODNOK: Yes, it was captured by them during the battle, you see, you can see the bullet hole in it. Look. Oh look out, itís moving!

FX: Eight Pistol Gunshots

BLOODNOK: Come out and fight!

SEAGOON: Donít shoot! Donít shoot, Major, itís me

BLOODNOK: Nicotine-mad Ned, have you been smoking that cheese? Come out with your hands up and lay your wrist-watch on this table. Thatís right. Good heavens, look at the time! Twenty to four, the perfect time for a wrist-watch robbery

GRAMS: Whoosh

SEAGOON: Oooho, my last worldly possession stolen. My only goat-skin, duckfir hand-operated wrist watch, gone!

ECCLES: Whatís a duckfor?

SEAGOON: To lay eggs. Gone in the direction of away, what can I doooo?

GRYTPYPE: Have a cigarette, Neddie

SEAGOON: No no no, Iíve given it up, I'm cured. I only smoke salmon and thatís cured too you know

GRYTPYPE: Neddie, despite the age of that joke, we have decided to recognise your services to the world of fumes

MORIARTY: Hello Neddie, hello Ned, we have made you director of The [color=brown]Imperial Ascot[/color] Tobacco Company, Ned.

HENRY CRUN: This means that in future, tell him, Min

MIN BANNISTER: In future Henry

HENRY CRUN & MIN BANNISTER: Every cigarette you smoke will bring you a dividend of point [with rhythm] o o o-o o, o 3 of our owning(???)!

HENRY CRUN: . . . which will be paid to you in cigarettes. Every 330 thousand cigarettes you smoke will come to you free

MIN BANNISTER: Freeeeeeeeee! Freeeee

HENRY CRUN: And will be lit for you by our board of directors

SEAGOON: Thank heavens, my days of poverty are over [laughs]! What I want to know is how many cigarettes a day have I got to smoke?

GRYTPYPE: Just one, Ned and in that order

SEAGOON: Alright, alright Iíll sigin

GRAMS: Donkey braying

GRYTPYPE: What an unusual signature. Alright lads, bring the cigarettes in

GRAMS: Footsteps approaching clambering up stairs etc, under:

CARRIER1: Right ho, down to you billy, over a bit

CARRIER2: Well I've got it now, down a bit your end, mind the filter

CARRIER1: Lower it down now

CARRIER2: Lower it down now

GRAMS: Strain, crash!

SEAGOON: Curse, trapped by a ninety-foot long cigarette!

GRYTPYPE: Come along Ned, youíve only got eight hours to fulfil the contract. Light the end, Moriarty

MORIARTY: Ooowww, puff away, puff puff puff

GRAMS: Crackling, Sizzling, Puffing of steam train sped up

SEAGOON: As I puffed at the giant cigarette, the heat drove out half the inhabitants of London

GRAMS - JOHN SNAGGE: This is the Overseas Service of the Bar BC. Here is the latest report on the giant cigarette situation. At midnight a red large glow in the eastern sky over Clapham signified that the great cigarette was still alight. The heavy pall of smoke now hangs over east London. A Mrs Violet Nuke of five Sussex Road has complained that her Tom cat, Matthew has changed colour because(???) of the smoking of the pipe. The last medical report on Nicotine Ned was that he had turned into a frail green creature. The stock exchange; shares of The [color=brown]Ascot[/color] Tobacco Company rose sharply today, I did rather nicely actually and I think that Greenslade and I can go to the pictures tonight

GREENSLADE: Oh thank you John, we havenít been since we saw Hellís Angels. Meantime, coughing Ned of Wales plans to escape

GRAMS: Ridiculous coughing

SEAGOON: Oh dear Bloodnok [coughs], I need your help

BLOODNOK: What? Well you can stand by me to rely on you. Feel this ~quill fair~ (???)

SEAGOON: Now have you a lighter than air machine?

BLOODNOK: Just by chance I have this handy Chinese rice paper fire balloon. [color=brown]And here is the driver, Ar Long

AR LONG: Ah, Ar Long, [speaks gibberish Chinese] nah[/color]

SEAGOON: Well get along, Ar Long

AR LONG: Hold tight

FX: Stretching noises

GRAMS: Chinese-like song, eventually speeding up

BLOODNOK: Aeough!

GRAMS: Gunshots, under:

BLOODNOK: Look, itís Count Moriarty giving chase in the tobacco-powered ground zeppelin. Full speed in all directions

SEAGOON: Itís only thirteen miles to safe harbour

ECCLES: Thirteen miles? Thatís an unlucky number

SEAGOON: Oh, fourteen miles then

ECCLES: You see it was unlucky; weíre a mile further away now

SEAGOON: I say weíre up high

BLOODNOK: Yes, gad, the sunís hot

ECCLES: Well you shouldnít touch it

BLOODNOK: Shut up, Eccles

GRAMS: Gunshots

ECCLES: I think Moriartyís within earshot?

SEAGOON: Why?

ECCLES: Iíve just been shot in my ear

SEAGOON: Keep going lads, weíre up to page thirteen. [color=brown]Ar Long, why are we losing height

AR LONG: [/color]Honourable[color=brown] fire has gone out,[/color] no fuel

SEAGOON: Thereís no fuel like an old fuel

ECCLES: If only we had some thin-sliced garlic

SEAGOON: Why?

ECCLES: I love thin-sliced garlic

BLOODNOK: Look, we shall have to burn our clothes. Draw the blinds, nurse will you. Eccles, off with those thorn-proof trousers

FX: Phone rings, phone off hook

MORIARTY: [on phone] Ha ha ha, now listen to me, Bloodnok

BLOODNOK: Who gave you the phone number of this balloon, Moriarty?

MORIARTY: [on phone] A man called Tom

BLOODNOK: What?

MORIARTY: [on phone] Hand over smoking Ned of Wales and weíll see you get a fair trial and a fair hanging

BLOODNOK: Ned, youíll have to surrender

SEAGOON: Not one step nearer, Bloodnok or Iíll put a bullet between your eyes

BLOODNOK: I didnít know they made them that small

SEAGOON: Youíll never take me dead or alive

BLOODNOK: But isnít there any other way?

GRAMS: Short explosion

GREENSLADE: A direct hit from the tobacco-powered zeppelin on the rice-paper balloon. We join the crew in the hospital

SEAGOON: Ohohoho, oh doctor

SCOTSMAN: [Talks with bagpipe music] youíre lucky to be alive, man

SEAGOON: Why?

SCOTSMAN: [Talks with bagpipe music] I tried to kill you three times

SEAGOON: Youíre just saying that to cheer me up

SCOTSMAN: [Talks with bagpipe music] Ah yes thrup me yune

SEAGOON: Tell me what happened to Bloodnok and Eccles

SCOTSMAN: [Talks with bagpipe music] unfortunately nothiní. Now then thrup lar. Put this wee thing in your mouth

SEAGOON: [strains] aaaaaarrrrrr

GRYTPYPE: Match, Neddie

SEAGOON: Noo, no itís a cigarette [cries]

ORCHESTRA: Showtime melody

GREENSLADE: Yes that was it, the last of them, so bye now

ORCHESTRA: ĎOld Comrades Marchí, [color=brown]ĎDing Dong, the Witch is Deadí[/color]