
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.
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