An apology about a sketch and a sketch for which I apologise

I want to apologise for this. Not to the Welsh – they’ve had it far too easy over the past few – but to you, My Readers, for what you are about to read. Although I am prepared to admit that some of My Readers might be Welsh. Or at least claim to be Welsh when they look to have the better chance of qualifying for an unnamed European football championship.

The main thrust of my apology (and I apologise again to those offended by my sudden and unprovoked use of the word "thrust") is the brevity of it and the fact that it is one joke stretched out far beyond the useful life of the gag. But it made one person laugh so blame him for me insisting it upon you now.

Welsh Countdown

Richard Whitely : It’s your turn, Dafydd.

Dafydd : Consonant

Carol : L

Dafydd : Consonant

Carol : L

Dafydd : Consonant

Carol : L

Dafydd : Consonant

Carol : Y

Dafydd : Consonant

Carol : L

Dafydd : Consonant

Carol : L

Dafydd : Consonant

Carol : L

Dafydd : Consonant

Carol : G

Dafydd : Consonant

Carol : And finally, L

Richard Whitely : You have thirty seconds starting from… now!

House band : Doo doo doo doo doo doo... doo doo doo doo doodoodoo BOW

Richard Whitely : Dafydd?

Dafydd : Nine.

 

And now My Readers know why I work in pensions rather than comedy.