(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 license 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
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.