Episode 110
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Fallon: So ‘ow’s the investigation into Cakebake goin or whatever it’s called ?
Harrison: Get it right, Fallon. You must know that every investigation these days is called something ‘gate’. So it’s Cakegate if you must know, although I shouldn’t talk about work with you.
Fallon: But I’m your wife, remember, and I don’t discuss our private conversations. You’re not married to Susan Carter !
Harrison: Thank the Lord for that. I mean, Neil’s a nice bloke but how does he put up with that voice and the poisonous rubbish that Susan spouts all day ?
Fallon: Just remember ‘ow lucky you are to ‘ave me. Anyway, what’s ‘appenin with Cakegate ?
Harrison: Now you’re starting to sound like Susan.
Fallon: Oh give over, I want to know what’s still worryin you.
Harrison: What worries me is that Jill’s lemon drizzle went for testing and it came back negative.
Fallon: Well, that’s good ain’t it ?
Harrison: Should have been the end of it but now Sabrina has been in touch with my boss and has made a complaint.
Fallon: What about ? Not enough plungin necklines for sale in Underwoods ?
Harrison: It’s all a bit delicate and I’m not sure it’s really a police matter but it’s sort of linked to the cake.
Fallon: And ?
Harrison: Sabrina wants to know why all the women over 55 in Ambridge have suddenly turned into sexual predators.
Fallon: You mean like ‘er ? I’m amazed she’s admitted to being over 55.
Harrison: She believes it might have been drug induced and that we should re-investigate the fracas at The Bull when Jennifer, Shula and the Bishop’s wife were arrested.
Fallon: Oh my god, that’s incredible - they all think they got off scot-free ! Can this get any worse ?
Harrison: Yes, the drug-testing lab has put in an order for a dozen lemon drizzles.
🎼. Dum ti dum ti dum ti dum...
(Ed. I’m beginning to pine for a Victoria Sandwich.)
Fallon: So ‘ow’s the investigation into Cakebake goin or whatever it’s called ?
Harrison: Get it right, Fallon. You must know that every investigation these days is called something ‘gate’. So it’s Cakegate if you must know, although I shouldn’t talk about work with you.
Fallon: But I’m your wife, remember, and I don’t discuss our private conversations. You’re not married to Susan Carter !
Harrison: Thank the Lord for that. I mean, Neil’s a nice bloke but how does he put up with that voice and the poisonous rubbish that Susan spouts all day ?
Fallon: Just remember ‘ow lucky you are to ‘ave me. Anyway, what’s ‘appenin with Cakegate ?
Harrison: Now you’re starting to sound like Susan.
Fallon: Oh give over, I want to know what’s still worryin you.
Harrison: What worries me is that Jill’s lemon drizzle went for testing and it came back negative.
Fallon: Well, that’s good ain’t it ?
Harrison: Should have been the end of it but now Sabrina has been in touch with my boss and has made a complaint.
Fallon: What about ? Not enough plungin necklines for sale in Underwoods ?
Harrison: It’s all a bit delicate and I’m not sure it’s really a police matter but it’s sort of linked to the cake.
Fallon: And ?
Harrison: Sabrina wants to know why all the women over 55 in Ambridge have suddenly turned into sexual predators.
Fallon: You mean like ‘er ? I’m amazed she’s admitted to being over 55.
Harrison: She believes it might have been drug induced and that we should re-investigate the fracas at The Bull when Jennifer, Shula and the Bishop’s wife were arrested.
Fallon: Oh my god, that’s incredible - they all think they got off scot-free ! Can this get any worse ?
Harrison: Yes, the drug-testing lab has put in an order for a dozen lemon drizzles.
🎼. Dum ti dum ti dum ti dum...
(Ed. I’m beginning to pine for a Victoria Sandwich.)
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