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| By coosh | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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A production company asked me to send variations on a sketch I'd submitted - I have no real idea how to develop these things, so I posted it here... [IGOR’S COUNTERFEITING BUSINESS, OUTSIDE SAINSBURY’S IN BRATISLAVA, HAS EXPANDED TO A SMALL, REVOLVING POSTCARD-TYPE STAND; INSTEAD OF POSTCARDS, THE STAND COMPRISES MULTI-COLOURED ID DOCUMENTS] IGOR: Passport, credit card, driving licence… Get your new identity here… [TO ALI] You look like man with head screwed on… [HOLDS UP PASSPORTS] Estonia? Buy two, get one free…. ALI: Give me UK… IGOR: Out of stock… ALI: Everywhere same. [MAKING AS IF TO LEAVE] I go round bend… IGOR: Wait! You are lucky…. I am doing unrepeatable promotion on next best thing… [FINDS PASSPORT] France.. ALI: What is France like? IGOR: Hot crêpe, tête-à-tête, vis-à-vis, vol-au-vent… [ALI LOOKS UNIMPRESSED] … soupçon flambé up Champs-Elysées… [HANDING HIM PASSPORT] … freshly-ironed velours, feel the quality… I was Minister of Haute Couture for seven years… you think I flog any old chic… [ALI OPENS THE PASSPORT – IT PLAYS ‘JE NE REGRETTE RIEN’] ALI: [READING] Catherine Deneuve? Do I look like lusty but elegant nineteen sixties sex bomb? Why you show black and white picture of very succulent joint of beef? IGOR: I don’t do pictures. I use old Sainsbury’s meat catalogue. Just to give you idea. Anyway, passport photo never do people justice. [LOOKS MORE CLOSELY AT ALI'S FACE] Well, in most cases. [HANDS HIM ANOTHER PASSPORT] Try this. You will feel like new man. ALI: [READING FRONT OF PASSPORT] Made in Taiwan. [OPENS PASSPORT – IT PLAYS SERGE GAINSBOURG’S ‘LEMON INCEST’, COMPLETE WITH EROTIC MOANING. ALI SEEMS APPRECIATIVE] Nice video. French people look very friendly. How they get chicken to stay in same position when cement-mixer is moving so quickly? IGOR: Overwhelming national charm. And not just with poultry. On arrival, border guards greet all tourists in English, with foie gras canapés, glass of Beaujolais, and miniature telescopic 3-speed camembert-spreader, disguised as delightful memento of President Mitterand’s illegitimate daughter. ALI: You got anything less noisy? With graphic equaliser. IGOR: All EC passports now contain personal data, encoded in sounds of traditional national culture. [POINTING TO PASSPORT IN ALI’S HAND] This tell me you spend early life playing in piano bar, once set fire to 500-franc note on chat show as protest against taxation, and are now buried in Montparnasse Cemetery after suffering fatal heart attack in unmarked transit van near red light district. [ALI OPENS ANOTHER PASSPORT TO REVEAL THE SOUND OF A HOWLING WIND] ALI: Ah! Maurice Chevalier. This would make nice birthday gift for sister-in-law. [PUTS PASSPORT TO HIS EAR] She enjoy hoovering to old crooners. IGOR: That, my friend, is unmistakeable sound of Mistral, on chilly afternoon in Marseilles. During filming of ‘French Connection 2’. If you listen carefully, you can hear Gene Hackmann going through cold turkey. ALI: [POINTING TO STAND] What else you got there? Brigitte Bardot going through warm soufflé. During eruption of Vesuvius. IGOR: There are things one can only dream of. I see from your flippant Arabian pleasantries that you are bloody timewaster. I have to satisfy very demanding wife, who is arachnophobic plumber’s mate with inferiority complex. Every evening I must flatter her U-bend installation before lightly spraying her with insect repellent. She have dream to eradicate venomous, nipple-sucking assassin spider from all domestic water systems by two thousand and ten. ALI: [PUTS PASSPORT TO HIS EAR] Why is it ticking? IGOR: In five minutes promotion will go off. If you buy now, and leave on midnight cattle-truck from Prague, you can be outside Madame Jo-Jo’s before cock is up. I throw in free work permit. Special seasonal job opportunity. For desperate foreigner. ALI: What job opportunity? IGOR: Women in France only shave armpits in spring, every five years, all on same day, in special ceremony in town square. This require huge casual immigrant labour force to sweep up hair, which they purée with leftover croissant crumbs, and use to stuff rugby balls. ALI: I do not need job. I run very lucrative flag business in Middle East. Highly inflammable Stars and Stripes. For demonstration purposes. I hear white is very popular colour in France. IGOR: Listen, I am very busy man. And do not have time to waste with fussy flag magnate. [OPENS ANOTHER PASSPORT – SOUND OF CASTANETS] How about Spain? ALI: [LOOKING AT TEXT MESSAGE ON HIS MOBILE] Sorry, my friend, I get better offer from more sympathetic idiot round corner. Half-price Emerson Fittipaldi. [WALKING AWAY] With tree frog. And Green Shield stamps. IGOR: [OPENS ANOTHER PASSPORT IN A LAST-DITCH ATTEMPT – IT MAKES A RESOUNDING SATISFIED BELCHING NOISE] Belgium?
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