Saturday, 7 December 2013

Neighbours (UK) Christmas Special


Neighbours (UK) Christmas Special

It is morning in Chipping Norton, and David Cameron, in a pair of pyjamas that cost more than the average person's entire wardrobe, pulls the bedroom curtains, and lets out an almighty groan.

CAMERON: Nnnnnnooooooooooooo!

SAMANTHA: [half alseep] What? What is it?

CAMERON: No, no, no, no, no.

SAMANTHA: What?

CAMERON: We don't do that here. No. Not here.

SAMANTHA: [gets up and joins Cameron at the window] Oh! How sweet. That's going to be...

CAMERON: It is, Samantha, it is going to be cheap, gaudy, garish, and not in keeping with the ambience of the area.

SAMANTHA: Couldn't we...

CAMERON: Don't even think about it.

Next door, Wayne is putting up the Christmas lights and decorations. These comprise a mish-mash of colours, reindeer, Santas, including a giant inflatable attached to one of the many chimneys. Overall, the installation has involved hire of a cherrypicker and will impose a considerable load on the national grid.

WAYNE: Oy! Hi! Dave, y'old curtain twitcher. What'dya think? Gonna be awesome, or what?

CAMERON: I say old chap, we don't go in for...

WAYNE: [clambering back into the cage of the cherrypicker] Sorry mate, can't hear...

CAMERON: I said...oh, never mind. [He slams the window shut].

Cut to:

Later that day, the Cameron's is in near darkness, with just the odd light dimly visible from the rooms. Next door, the place is lit up, good and proper, and in the sort of manner that will have adults concerned with 'taste' tearing out their hair, and in the sort of manner that will have young children jumping up and down clapping their hands in glee.

Fade out to:

After midnight, Cameron is at the rear bedroom window. Samantha, again is next door, where the giant screen is again showing the cricket, the barbecue is lit, prawns are being eaten and people are handing around cans of Fosters.

CAMERON: This place is going to the dogs.

WAYNE, SCYNTHYA, SAMANTHA, AVA, AND OTHERS: (Singing)

We are the army,
the Barmy Army
Oh we are bonkers,
and we are mad
We are the loyalest,
cricket supporters
That the world
has ever had

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