(Cut to angry letters.)
Voice Over 1: (reads) Dear Mirror View, I would like to be paid five
guineas for saying something stupid about a television show. Yours sincerely, Mrs Sybil Agro.
Voice Over 2: Dear David Jacobs, East Grinstead, Friday. Why should I have to pay
sixty-four guineas each year for my television licence when I can buy one for six. Yours sincerely, Captain
R. H. Pretty. PS Support Rhodesia, cut motor taxes, save the Argylls, running-in please pass.
Voice Over 3: Dear Old Codgers, some friends of mine and I have formed a consortium,
and working with sophisticated drilling equipment, we have discovered extensive nickel deposits off Western
Scodand. The Cincinnatti Mining Company.
Voices Over 1: Good for you, ma'am.
Voice Over 4: Dear Old Codgers, I am President of the United States of America, Yours
truly, R. M. Nixon.
Voices Over 2: Phew! Bet that's a job and a half, ma'am.
Voice Over 5: Dear Sir, I am over three thousand years old and would like to see any
scene with two people in bed.
Voices Over 3: Bet that's a link ma'am.
Series 1 Scripts