(Mix to a lyrical shot of wild flower's in beautiful English
countryside. Gentle pastoral music. The camera begins to pan away
from the flowers, moving slowly across this idyllic scene. Mix in
the sound of lovers - the indistinct deep voice, followed by a
playful giggle from the girl. At first very distant, but as We
continue to pan it increases in volume, until we come to rest on the
source of the noise - a tape recorder in front of a bush. After a
short pause, the camera tracks round behind this bush where are a
couple sitting reading a book each. Pan away from them across a
field. In the middle of the pan we come across a smooth, mustachioed
little Italian head waiter, in tails etc. We do not stop on him.)
Waiter: (bowing to camera) I hope you're enjoying
(On pans the camera to the end of the field where we pick up a
man in a long mac crawling on all fours through the undergrowth. We
follow him as he occasionally dodges behind a bush or a tree. He is
stealthily tracking something. After a few moments he comes up
behind a birdwatcher (in deerstalker and tweeds) who lies at the top
of a small rise, with his binoculars trained. With infinite caution
the man in the long mac slides up behind the birdwatcher, then he
stretches out a hand and opens the flap of the birdwatcher's
knapsack. He pulls out a small white paper bag. Holding his breath,
he feels inside the bag and produces a small pie, then a tomato and
finally two hard-boiled eggs. He pockets the hard-boiled eggs, puts
the rest back and creeps away.)
Voice Over: Herbert Mental collects birdwatchers' eggs. At
his home in Surrey he has a collection of over four hundred of them.
(Cut to Mantle in a study lined with shelves full of
hard-boiled eggs. They all have little labels on the front of them.
He goes up and selects one from a long line of identical hard-boiled
Herbert: 'Ere now. This is a very interesting one. This is
from a Mr. P. F. Bradshaw. He is usually found in Surrey hedgerows,
but I found this one in the gents at St Pancras, uneaten. (he
provides the. next question himself in bad ventriloquist style)
Mr. Mental, why did you start collecting birdwatchers' eggs?
(normal voice) Oh, well, I did it to get on 'Man Alive'.
(ventriloquially) 'Man Alive'? (normal voice) That's
right, yes. But then that got all serious, so I carried on in the
hope of a quick appearance as an eccentric on the regional section
of 'Nationwide'. (ventriloquially) Mr. Mental, I believe a
couple of years ago you started to collect butterfly hunters.
(normal voice) Butterfly hunters? (ventriloquially) Yes.
(normal voice) Oh, that's right. Here's a couple of them over
here. (he moves to his left; on the wall behind him are the
splayed-out figures of two butterfly hunters, with pins through
their backs and their names on cards underneath) Nice little
chaps. But the hobby I enjoyed most was racing pigeon fanciers.
(An open field. A large hamper, with an attendant in a brown
coat standing behind it. The attendant opens the hamper and three
pigeon fanciers, (in very fast motion) leap out and run off across
the field, wheeling in a carve as birds do. Cut to a series of
speeded-up close ups of baskets being opened and pigeon fanciers
leaping out. After four or five of these fast close ups cut to long
shot of the mass of pigeon fanciers wheeling across the field like a
flock of pigeons. Cut to film of Trafalgar Square. The pigeon
fanciers are now running around in the square, wheeling in groups.
Cut to Gilliam picture. of Trafalgar Square. The chicken man from
the opening credits flies past towing a banner which says 'This
Space Available, tel 498 5116'. The head of a huge hedgehog - Spiny
Norman - appears above St Martin 's-in-the-Fields.)
Spiny Norman: Dinsdale! Dinsdale!