Vic Reeves Big Night Out



"Later on we'll be meeting a super trooper in a brown Mini Cooper with a pooper-scooper and that'll be super-duper."

"Later on we'll be meeting a lazy priest with an eye for the ladies - ON THE END OF A CLOTHES POLE?!"

"Later on we'll be meeting the watermark sisters, and you can only see them if you hold them up to a very bright light."

"Later on we'll be meeting a priest with some yeast stuck between his teeth and his friend called Keith who's a hair-piece thief."
"Later on we'll be meeting a Roman gnome from a children's home, with a lump on his back and an ice-cream cone".
 
I still do a slo mo stumble followed by "Oh Vic, I've fallen", quickly followed up by my missus saying "I can smell the chafing".

"Doesn't really matter" complete with daft voices is another that has stood the test of time in our house.

Classic stuff that was very marmite. It was either on your wavelength and you thought it was hilarious or it was just daft.

It was exactly the type of humour me and my mates at school had done all the time so I loved it.
 
I still do a slo mo stumble followed by "Oh Vic, I've fallen", quickly followed up by my missus saying "I can smell the chafing".

"Doesn't really matter" complete with daft voices is another that has stood the test of time in our house.

Classic stuff that was very marmite. It was either on your wavelength and you thought it was hilarious or it was just daft.

It was exactly the type of humour me and my mates at school had done all the time so I loved it.
snap, still ask the Mrs to get booze f't baby if I need any as well
 
I still do a slo mo stumble followed by "Oh Vic, I've fallen", quickly followed up by my missus saying "I can smell the chafing".

"Doesn't really matter" complete with daft voices is another that has stood the test of time in our house.

Classic stuff that was very marmite. It was either on your wavelength and you thought it was hilarious or it was just daft.

It was exactly the type of humour me and my mates at school had done all the time so I loved it.
When somebody goes down too easily at the football I shout "Oh Vic, I've fallen" I do try and ration it though as it would be every few minutes if I did it every time
 
I still do a slo mo stumble followed by "Oh Vic, I've fallen", quickly followed up by my missus saying "I can smell the chafing".

"Doesn't really matter" complete with daft voices is another that has stood the test of time in our house.

Classic stuff that was very marmite. It was either on your wavelength and you thought it was hilarious or it was just daft.

It was exactly the type of humour me and my mates at school had done all the time so I loved it.
We do that with the kids when they fall over or can’t get up off the floor. probably still do it when they’re 15 and they’ll think we’re either really cool and retro because it will have come back, or that we’re f***ing idiots.

good laugh Terry, gets all the lasses and that
Did Terry also work at sallied carpets, and nick off with Rose, or was that someone else?
 

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