'....you're listening to BBC Radio Wales...the time is....' -
REJ:- Jesus Iesu Mawr Christ!!! I am too! -
RADIO:- ...coming up to nine o'clock...
REJ:- *glance!* So it is indeed! -
RADIO:- ...its 19 degrees and sunny in Llanfihangel-y-Creuddun...
REJ:- Ok its getting spooky now. What colour socks am I wearing? -
RADIO:- You're not wearing any socks -
REJ:- Wel y Diawl...
RADIO:- And you're wearing last week's pants -
REJ:- *click!...off!* Sioned! Sioned! I said we shouldn't have gone digital -
SIONED:- Aren't you going to explain my implausible reappearance first? -
REJ:- er...lets see...there was an earthquake....and glyn-the-milk's high-tech, high-spec, hyundai pick-up -
SIONED:- I see. You're not bothering. I'm just a cheap comedic device to you am I? -
REJ:- Iesu Mawr, its started already...
SIONED:- What was that Emmanuel Jones?! -
REJ:- er...er...Sioned! I think the cat's trying to tell me something! -
I think he wants me to follow him!
SIONED:- ?@*! -
REJ:- What's that Bobbie?....someone's in danger? What?...the Red Lion? -
REJ:- Stupid cat! Why didn't you say y Llew Du? Sioned was bound to know the Red Lion's not open yet -
REJ:- Never mind. Gadewch i ni weld who we have enguestulated today. Why it's none other than Ifan Penweddwch. Hmmm...now who's he then? -
IP:- Haven't you made me up yet? -
REJ:- No idea. Are you the butcher? -
IP:- Nope -
REJ:- The doctor?-
IP:- Do I look like a doctor? -
REJ:- You could have been struck off -
IP:- Try something else -
REJ:- Do a mime -
IP:- *mime!* -
REJ:- I've got it! Gynaecologist -
IP:- No, postman. The parcel got stuck. I expect you'll be wanting to hear my latest poem -
REJ:- If it means you'll leave quicker.
'An alphabet of letters,
Just four to fill my sack,
I ring your bell, deliver well,
And that explains our Jack'.
REJ:- You forgot Uracil -
IP:- I use Daz -
REJ:- ffs. Return to Sender -
IP:- There's a 20p overcharge -
REJ:- Sorry I'm not known at this address.