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And last night I couldn't sleep.

I lay awake for hours, wrestling with the problems that face us today and all

our tomorrows.

And in the early hours of the morning, as the dawn rose above Westminster, I

reached a decision.

And the decision I made was to ban the motor car.

No more noise, no more pollution.

No more traffic wardens.

Why? No more waste of resources or finances.

Stop it, someone!

For God's sake, stop it!

The swish of the bicycle tyre and the dip in the fountain

of the steam -driven public transport.

You're a crazy creep!

Well, does Magnus know?

Well, in that case, wait for the meeting on Tuesday.

No,

that's a very good deal. Believe me, Mike.

Yeah. Look, I've got to go. My car's just crashed.

I don't know, some kind of motorway pileup.

All right.

I'll call you on Monday.

Have a good weekend.

Bye.

Tiny.

Just we blur.

Oh.

The next thing I'm going to ban is television.

Oh, no!

Gosh, what a bloody maniac!

No more passive and indiscriminate viewing of second -hand bat and trivia.

Instead, we're going to make our own entertainment.

The fireside conversation and the writing of very, very long letters.

Which brings me to the telephone.

And the racing pigeons.

as the years of post -war authority waned the home improvement business

boom in switzerland and for the first time in his life Geoffrey's father

he could afford a holiday.

But it was not to be, because the day before his holiday began, Bernard

Foster broke his leg.

And it was at St Mark's Hospital in Swindon that Bernard met a certain

Nurse Watkins, who was in fact to turn out to be the future Mrs Foster.

I'm sure many of you gathered here on this happy day will recall those heady

days at 17 Hendon Drive, Bernard and Carol's first home.

But it wasn't all roses for the newlyweds, because just as suddenly as

begun, the fitted kitchen boom was over.

So... Then in 1964, Bernard and Carol sold No.

17 Hendon Drive and moved into the carpet business.

What a mistake that was to be.

Then things improved for the Fosters, for there was to be a new addition to

family.

And so it was that on August 20, 1966...

Geoffrey Stephen Foster was born at the Stoke Newington General Hospital

at ten minutes past four.

I first met Geoffrey at St Albans Secondary Modern School.

And although not the greatest scholar in the world, Geoffrey was always pretty

good at sports.

Especially behind the bike shed.

Well, I think that's enough of me.

I think it's time we charged our glasses and drank a toast to Geoffrey and

Angela.

To the happy couple.

My daughter is the most precious thing in the world to me.

And when she came to me and begged me to let her marry that...

Because I love her.

I agreed.

Worst mistake of my life.

I tell you now, that if that piece of scum doesn't stop

drooling over my daughter this minute, I'll kill him.

Geoffrey is the best catch in the county.

And the only reason he got trapped into this marriage

is because your daughter led him on and then wouldn't give

him one unless he promised to marry her.

Anyway, she's his now.

And he can do what he likes with her.

Um... This seems like a good opportunity to, um... Oh!

Telegram.

Which side are you on? Right on the street.

I just came in to find a toilet.

A third of it.

Bring us back a beer, would you?

I'm incredibly sorry about this.

I completely forgot to thank the bridesmaids.

Hi. I'm Angela's brother.

It's a great day for it, isn't it?

They said it was going to rain, but there's hardly a cloud in the sky.

Jeff, what have you been doing? I over -slept. Went to this study, Jeff? Yes.

Oh, me too. Everyone gets a sausage, won't you?

Would you do something for me?

We're in a bit of a fix.

You see...

Our photographer has run off.

Did you listen to Carl?

Did he? Well, he's here. He's here. But we've got no one

to take this photo of. I'm going to go get a camera.

Gigi.

There's a red Volvo blocking the exit. I think it's one of your guests.

Red Volvo? Yes, sir.

That'll be my brother -in -law.

Watch him down there with the moustache. Right. Sorry about it, sir.

Unlucky, sir.

There's a red Volvo blocking the service exit. We can't get the bins out. Do you

mind moving it? Of course, Bill.

No.

No.

I'll even pay you an extra 25 pounds.

Nothing, no, no. No, no.

Well, in that case... Now,

I do a lot of gardening, which means I've got very strong hands.

So, unless you want to be singing castrato for the rest of your life, I

you take your boot in there.

And play the first tune.

Excuse me.

I'm a doctor.

Could you all please take one step back?

Is he going to be all right, Doctor?

I don't know yet. Shall I get him some chocolate?

I'll tell you when.

I think this whole wedding's been a shambles.

I mean, half of our relatives have been killed.

Some of them came a bloody long way.

Jim and Vi came from Cornwall.

Well, we had some very close relatives, and some of them were quite wealthy.

What are we going to do?

I mean, we understood that she was a strong and a healthy girl.

And here it is, about two hours into the marriage, and you're telling us she's

unconscious?

Well, she's never been ill before.

Has she been?

A one -fit, all her life.

We even had her checked out before the wedding by a very good family doctor.

Well, it's just not good enough.

We entered this marriage in good faith, and we're not satisfied.

And I'm giving you fair warning that my Geoffrey is seriously thinking of

calling the old thing off.

What's going on? Where's Angela?

Angela's going to be all right.

It does paint it, doesn't it?

No, it's more than that.

Look, look, look. Could you at least tell us what it is?

Do you speak Latin?

No.

Please trust me.

I'm doing all I can.

Thank you.

It would have been a great wedding, wouldn't it, if they hadn't started

the drink so early?

Yes, you're right.

It's the caterer's fault.

Did you mention anything?

No.

I've got the tickets and I've written the note. Did you put the note down?

What note?

I just said that we were very sorry but that I had to leave him and the kids

because we love each other.

Angela? Just a minute.

Evelyn, you wouldn't believe the crowds tonight.

Your dad's here.

Hello, Angela.

Sorry we're late.

Smashing the theme, eh?

Hello, Victor.

Oh, I'm so sorry we weren't here when you arrived.

Oh, what a Christmas this is going to be.

Kids are so excited that you've changed.

Oh, we've got some stories to tell you, Victor. Jack, tell him about it. No, no,

leave it out there. No, no, no.

Come on, let's drink.

Here.

Listen, can I win your shoe?

She means more to me than anything in the world.

I'll live with her.

Oh, je suis, je suis bleu

and very moist.

Oh, au revoir, au revoir, late dogs.

Je suis, je suis...

Yes, we will.

I'm very loose.

So long.

Bye -bye.