It was a disaster. The BBC cancelled the WAWS (Wits and Wisecracks Society) and sent the wrong WAGS. We should have had the Wider Audience Generation Society, but they sent a group of footballers’ wives and girlfriends who apparently belong to an organisation with the same letters.
There was even a problem with the pies. Grunger had ordered 2 gross of them, and Malone feared that they would send 2 gross ones. Unfortunately, we received 2 grass pies which looked very unappetising. It was not proper grass of course, but I imagine it was that freeker stuff.
The warm-up act that Malone arranged was superb, the 3 Jo’s, great comediennes and singers, but when I was talking, the Wags kept heckling me. “Get on with it, grand-dad” was a typical remark. This annoyed me, especially as I am not one.
Malone’s friend Shona Legge, danced beautifully after the interval, and Malone gave a great talk about her recent trip to Chris Mast Island. It was lost on the Wags though. “Don’t we get turkeys from there?” said one. “No, they come from Turkey” answered another. I don’t think Malone was impressed with the Wags’ behaviour but she battled on manfully, or should it be womanfully, I’m never too sure on the PC stuff.
I spoke to Di Laffin at the BBC this morning. She apologised for the mix-up with the WAGS, but said they would not be offering Pedants United a series. “But we can get a Yorkshireman to give a talk, “Tales from the Outgrounds” or a couple of Eastenders to talk tripe, or talk about tripe, or even jellied eels, with free samples”. I suggested desperately.
“Ah, Eastenders, that gives me an idea” she said thoughtfully. So we won’t get a contract, but we have been offered an audition for BGT, whatever that is.