Transcription: Well, face my steaming puddings! So, shall I begin the Christmas story? Absolutely! As long as it's not that terribly depressing one about the chap who gets born on Christmas Dave shoots his mouth off about everything under the sun and then comes a cropper with a couple of rum coves on top of a hill in jolly Arab land. You mean Jesus? Yes, I... Keep him out of it. He always spoils the Xmas ad-mosque. You have most pleasantly wibbled my brother's pouch. And pray for God's blessin' me at Christmas time and maybe Jesus too. If we were little pigs we'd sing, piggy-piggy-piggy-piggy-boo. Piggy-pigg ...
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