(Cut to stock film of people queuing at an exhibition hall.)
Voice Over: Well it may be the end of that, but it's
certainly far from the end of- well in fact it's the beginning -
well not quite the beginning - well certainly nearer the beginning
than the end - well yes damn it, it is to all interns and purposes
the beginning of this year's Ideal Loon Exhibition, sponsored by the
'Daily Express'. (cut to interior of hall, people pouring through
the doors; above their head~ it says 'ideal Loon Exhibition)
Numbskulls and boobies from all over the country have been arriving
to go through their strange paces before a large paying crowd. This
is the fifteenth Ideal Loon Exhibition and we took a good look round
after it was opened by its patron ... (quick flash Edward Heath
opening something) There's Kevin Bruce the digger duffer from
down-under, who's ranked fourteenth in the world's silly positions
league... (Kevin is in a roped-off exhibition area; with a number
in front of him; people are walking past looking at him with
programs; he is dressed in Australian bush gear and he is leaning
his forehead against a goldfish bowl on a four-foot-six plinth)
This kind of incoherent behavior is really beginning to catch on
down-under. There's Norman Kirby from New Zealand, whose specialty
is standing behind a screen with a lady with no clothes on ...
(again in an exhibition stand with a number in front; there is a
screen which is higher than their heads, but it is cut off at knee
height so you can see two pairs of legs, one female, totally bare,
one male wearing some enormous boots, no socks) In real life,
Norman is a gynecologist, but this is his lunch hour. And from
France there's a superb exhibition of rather silly behavior by the
Friends of the Free French Osteopaths. (on the stand five men
dressed in Breton berets, striped French shim, silly moustaches,
with baguettes; in unison they make the silly sign, counting the
while 'un, deux, trois) They do this over four hundred times a
day. Nobody knows why. But for sheer pointless behavior you've got
to admire Brian Broomers, the battling British boy who for two weeks
has been suspended over a tin of condemned veal. (quite a crowd
watch this; again a roped-off exhibit, Brian is suspended from the
ceiling by two car tires; he lies there smoking a pipe; underneath
him there is a small opened tin, with 'veal' on the side) Always
popular with the crowd, is the Scotsman with Nae Trews exhibit, and
this year's no exception. (a very large man dressed as a Scotsman
in front of a sign saying 'Scotsman with Nae Trews Exhibit,
Sponsored by Natural Gas'; an enormously long line of middle-aged
pepperpots stand waiting in a queue; each in turn lifts up a comer
of Scotsman's kilt, has a tiny peek and walks off) Sponsored by
Natural Gas and Glasgow City Council, this exhibit is entirely
supported by voluntary contributions. But for a truly magnificent
waste of time you've got to go no further than the exhibit from
Italy - Italian priests in custard, discussing vital matters of the
day. (four Italian priests standing up to their chests in a large
vat of custard; in front of them it says 'Italian Priests in
custard'; they are animatedly discussing vital matters; hung behind
them is a sign saying 'Italy, Land of Custard) These lads from a
seminary near Cremona, have been practicing for well over a year. As
always one of the great attractions of this fourteen-day exhibition
is the display of counter-marching given by the Massed Pipes and
Toilet Requisites of the Colwyn Bay Massed Pipes and Toilet
Requisites Club. (a dozen people in blazers, flannels and white
pumps are vigorously counter-marching, whilst Souza's Star Spangled
Banner blares out; they are holding various items of plumbing,
lengths of piping, a toilet, a bidet, a bath, back scrubbers,
loofahs, shower attachments, hand basins, etc.) An interesting
point about these boys is they all have one thing in common. Hip
injuries. Not far away the crowds are flocking to see a member of
the famous Royal Canadian Mounted Geese. (cut to pantomime goose
on horseback) But the climax of the whole event is the judging.
(Cut to a sort of Miss World cat-walk. A judge appears
(holding number 41. A band plays 'A pretty girl is like a melody'.)
PA Announcement: Mr. Justice Burke. (the judge walks
down, turns slightly at the edge of the stage, puts a knee forward
and makes a cheesecake smile) Well that's the last, and let's
just see those last six once again. (the judge on the stage is
joined by five others in full judicial robes, with wigs, each
holding a number) And the winner is - number 41, Mr. Justice
Burke.
(The winner reacts by bursting into tears. The others look
rather sad. Cut to a still picture of Mr. Justice Burke in bed
having breakfast the next morning. He is still wearing his robes and
wig but he has a scepter and a terrible tiara crown on. This picture
is in black and white and is large on the front page of a newspaper.
The headline is Justice seen to be done'. A subheading says 'British
Justice Triumphs '. This newspaper page takes us off into a couple
of minutes of animation.)