The following transcript was made by Debby Stark (email@example.com [as of Oct, 1994]),
fixed adobe abode in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Corrections and particularly additions of
material will be welcomed. Errors made in transcription are probably the fault of the
but may also be due to the quality of the tape.
note: some notes are found in . If word/phrase not understood it may be designated [?]
surrounded by brackets with a "?".
The Curse of Frankenstein
(aka "My Heart's In The Highlands, but My Feet Are In Bombay" or
"I Was the Victim of a Terrible Explosion".)
First broadcast: 27-1-58
Greenslade: This is the BBC. Ladies and gentlemen, we present "The Curse of
Sellers: We present the play of the week, entitled: "My Heart's in the Highlands, but
My Feet Are
in Bombay," or "I Was the Victim of a Terrible Explosion".
FX: Scottish music; bagpipes, gunshot, bagpipes die.
Greenslade: Yes, it was 18-8-twa and the laird Red Hairy Burke lay deeing [i.e., lord Red
Hairy Burke lay dying] on his bed, shot in the chatters.
Burke: Aye, nach the nelly new [etc] Andy? Andrew?
Andrew: Aye, my laird, aye. Take it easy the new.
Burke: Oh, dear, I've not long to go the new.
Andrew: Here, here, now wait. Have a wee drop of Red Agony whisky.
Burke: [greedy sounds] Pour it down my throat, lad.
FX: pouring sounds, exploding bagpipes
Burke: Oh, that's better. Andy? We'll get the will out and let my family in.
FX: door opens; many, many footsteps.
Burke: Well, I've had a good life. Now, are ya all here lads?
Voices: [assenting; Secombe giggles]
Burke: Now, my lads, as you all know, I'm leaving the castle and one million pounds
FX: door opens, running sound
Moriarty: [has approached, gurgling] Ah, my little Scottish daddy, I love you, I love you
[kissing]. A million pounds, ach, eye, man, it's a [goes crazy] Man, ow!
Burke: What's this chattering reeky wearing the hand-painted brown paper kilt?
Moriarty: Ach, my namy, I'm your old son, Jack McMoriarty. Ow, Scotish-type man, ow,
needle-noddle-needle-new, needle-new, needle nodle new. Ow mcpow. A million pounds,
Burke: It must have been that terrible weekend in Brussels, you know... Andy, read the
FX: paper rustling
Voices: [inaudible, encouraging]
Andrew: Let me clear my throat first, wait a minute. Right. I, Laird Red Harry MacBurke
[spits], being of partial sound mind, leave ma fortune to the first Scotsman to reach the
Pole and play the bagpipes there. The knew.
FX: rushing feet, bagpipes
FX: scene-change music
FX: rushing feet approaching, car brakes
Moriarty: [out of breath] Grytpype? Grytpype? [knocks, searching] Grytpype? Where are
FX: trash cans being searched
Moriarty: Grytpype, Grytpype, Grytpype? Which dustbin are you in?
Thynne: [distanty] The one with the TV aerial on top.
Moriarty: Listen: A million pounds go to the first man to play the bagpipes at the South
Thynne: Curses! Neither of us can play the confounded instrument.
Moriarty: Ah! But we could learn!
Thynne: No man has ever learned to play the instrument.
Moriarty: I don't wish to know that, but think of what we could do with all the money!
Thynne: Yes, for a start I could have you painlessly destroyed.
Moriarty: Ah! Ow!
Thynne: And again.
Thynne: That's your pair of ows complete for the day.
Moriarty: There's nothing like a pair of ows [au pair?]
Thynne: To continue. Ah... Greenslade? Would you read my part, dear boy, I'm rather
tired to say it now.
Greenslade: Right. [reads] There's only one man living who has that much fat on him.
Thynne: I said that?
Greenslade: Yep. You said, "I know the man, it's Neddy Seagoon."
Thynne: Neddy Seagoon? I wonder what he's doing now?
Seagoon: I've been wondering when I'd get a line in the show, that's what I've been
wondering! It's me, folks, Neddy! [laughs]
Seagoon: Well done, well done, well done, settle down, settle down...
Thynne: Where are you at the moment, Neddy?
Seagoon: At [Brighton?] house.
Thynne: Which one are you?
Thynne: Come, Moriarty [whoosh] Follow that Whoosh.
Sir Bealbum: I've been in [Rawlton?] House for 89 years. How long have you been in
in [Rawton?] House
Seagoon: I was born here, Sir Bealbum. I've never done a day's work in my life. Here's my
OBE to prove it [laughs]
Sir Bealbum: Oh, oh... how proud your mother must be of your ohb.
Seagoon: Yes... of course, I have a private income.
Sir Bealbum: [gasps] A *private* income? Where from, lad?
Seagoon: The Labor Exchange.
Seagoon: Quick! Into the [bath?] chairs, it might be work!
Seagoon: [laughs] [old] Come in, sir.
Thynne: Are you Neddy Seagoon?
Seagoon: [old] yes, but I, I'm too old for work... I've always been delicate... since I
fell off the
top of Mt. Everest...
Thynne: What were you doing up there?
Thynne: Fishing? 29,000 feet above sea level?
Seagoon: Well, I, ah, I had a long line. [laughs] Do you get it? A long line? [laughs,
Thynne: Inmates, I'm here to offer one of you work.
Voices: [generally unwilling, ill] Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb.
Thynne: Let me explain. We are offering a thousand pounds for a man to play the
FX: silence - then roar of bagpipes in unison
Thynne: Thank you, thank you, thank you. Now, who can we interview first?
Milligan: Um. Ah, wrong voice. Ow! [laughs] You may interview Jacque McGeldray.
FX: as music ends, unexplained explosion sounds
Secombe: All lies! That wasn't bagpipes, that was a nose. I'm your man, I'm fit. Feel the
muscles on these teeth! I can play the pipes! Needle-noddle-needle-noddle, needle-noodle-
Thynne: All right, Neddy, all right, all right. Listen carefully. These five envelopes
numbered one to ten contain your instructions. Open one at a time.
FX: envelope opening
Seagoon: I see. "You will go to 29 New James Street." Right. Taxi!
Taximan: Yes, mate, where to?
Seagoon: That's my affair. You just drive.
Taximan: All right.
FX: car starting, with trouble, fails
Taximan: That'll be four and three, mate.
Seagoon: What for?
Taximan: A new starter.
Seagoon: So you want a starter, eh? Right, on your mark, get set, go!
FX: [pistol shot]
Taximan: [running, mouth-made car sounds, slow to fast] Mate... mate....
Seagoon: [laughs] Oh, fiend, Seagoon! And, so saying, I entered 29 New James Street.
FX: door opens, shop bell rings.
Seagoon: Anybody in?
Henry: You are. Min, min? It's a man chained to a bed.
Seagoon: Good morning.
Minnie: Good morning.
Both: [a chorus of "morning"s]
Seagoon: Good morning, thank you! [after various good mornings in there, too] How very,
very pleasant. Just a moment, while I open envelop No. 2.
Seagoon: [mad laughter] Yes! It says I must buy a South Pole expedition.
Henry: What size, sir?
Seagoon: Well, I take a six and 7/8ths stomach.
Henry: Double X, Min.
Minnie: Double X coming up, buddy. [wraps it up] There, there you are, buddy, modern
Henry: Try this blizzard on for size.
FX: blizzard sounds
Seagoon: Just a minute! This blizzard's got a hole in the trowsers! The wind's getting in!
Henry: You haven't done the zip-up, sir.
Seagoon: Ah-ha! Woo! [laughs] that's better. Next, I want a pair of arctic bagpipes.
Henry: Ah, yes, sir, we have that the very thing.
Minnie: [mumbling] We have the [inaudible]
Henry: Ah, the [inaudible], they are filled with anti-freeze.
Seagoon: I knew her well. [material edited out here?] Envelope no. 3 says:
Greenslade: [reading] You will form your expedition up on the Falkland Islands, 3,000
south of the Antarctic.
Seagoon: Right! Goodbye! Hup!
Little Jim: He's fallen in the water!
Greenslade: Meantime, in the Antarctic, a certain person, claiming to be of Scottish
has joined in the chase.
FX: Major's music.
Major: [screams] Me bagpipes are on fire!
Milligan: [shouting "fire!"]
FX: fire engines arrive
Bluebottle: I heard the call, stand aside! Hooray! Unrolls hose. Squirt, squirt, squirty,
What's the matter back there? Are you pumping?
Eccles: [distant] Yeah! I'm pumping, my friend! But there's no water! Oh, somebody
applause:] I didn't really need it, folks! Now then, I've been pumping but there's no
never is any water in the Sahara Desert!
Major: Oh, did you say "the Sahara Desert"?
Eccles: I said "the Sahara Desert."
Major: I thought it was too hot for the Antarctic. Captain Idiot!
Capt. Idiot: Yes, sir?
Major: You fool, you! We're 32,000 miles off course already!
Capt. Idiot: Well, nobody's perfect.
Major: You naughty-nitty-naughty-nit gentlemen you. Your compass must have been faulty.
Capt. Idiot: Faulty? I can't understand it! It was a perfectly good Christmas cracker I
got it out
Major: Was there a guarantee with it?
Capt. Idiot: Oh, yes, it said, em, Question: When is a door not a door? Answer: When it's
Major: Well, you know, a guarantee like that cannot easily be dismissed. True, true, true.
However, I shall try. Guarantee - Dis-missed!
FX: a few march steps, into cold bagpipe, storm sounds.
Greenslade: Meantime, Seagoon reached the Falklands on board an ice flow. Ice Flo? Gad,
how I love that woman!
Seagoon: Oh, dear. I can't see a foot in this blizzard. Mr. Sprig[?], hold yours up.
Jim: Hello, Jim, hello, Jeeem! Oh, [applause] you don't have to do this, folks.
Seagoon: What's our position?
Jim: Standing up, Jim.
Seagoon: Where's the compass?
Jim: Oh! Jim, oh, Jim, I haven't got one, Jim, oh, Jim.
Seagoon: I'll Jeem you with a club in a minute. Here, pull this cracker.
Jim: Oh, look: A compass and a paper hat.
Seagoon: Give it to me, I'm leader of the expedition. There [laughs] how do I look?
Jim: Ah, Jim!
Seagoon: [laughs] Cheeky!
Jim: He knows, you know. [sings:] When you go dancing you seem so entrancing they call
you the belle of the ball! When you go dancing--
Jim: Don't like clubbing, Jim.
Seagoon: [laughs] Now, let's get on to the South Pole. Check the compass. 91 degrees
north. 87 degrees west.
Jim: Where are we?
Seagoon: Lost - But! I have the exact position of it!
FX: boat horn
Voice: Ahoy, there, mariners! [and other salty talk]
Seagoon: Look! [laughs] We're saved! A ship where the captain's name is Tom! [shouts]
Ahoy, who are you?
Tom: We're the Woolich Street ferry!
Seagoon: You're 15,000 miles from Woolich, your compass must be wrong.
Tom: I got it out of a Christmas cracker!
Seagoon: I must get a new compass. Could you take me back to England?
Tom: Have you got a ticket?
Seagoon: No, where do I get it from?
Tom: Ticket office on Woolich Pier.
Seagoon: Right! I won't be long - hup!
Little Jim: He's fallen in the water again!
FX: serious music, blizzard
Greenslade: Seven years later...
Tom: Well, I tell you, if he ain't back in another 10 minutes I'm not waiting no longer.
dinner's getting cold.
Seagoon: [distant] Ahoy!
Tom: Ah, here he come now, give us a hand, my darling.
Seagoon: Ah, ah, darling friend.
Tom: Did you get your, your ticket, my darling?
Seagoon: No, it was half-day early closing.
Tom: [heaving sound]
Seagoon: You swine, you'll pay for this!
Tom: How much?
Seagoon: Three pounds down and three shillings up!
Greenslade: Hello, folks, a special announcement: slowly, oh, so slowly, Neddy's ice flow
floated nearer the South Pole
Seagoon: As we neared the South Pole, we ran into Bloodnok and his party.
FX: loud running-into sound.
Major: You silly explorer, you. Didn't you see my indicator sticking out?
Seagoon: I'm sorry, sir, I was conducting Beethoven's 5th Symphony and I wasn't listening.
Major: Good luck.
Seagoon: I say, I say, those porters of yours; what, what race are they?
Major: The 3:30, do you want to place any bets?
Seagoon: I'm sorry, all my currency is frozen.
Seagoon: But what are the short ones without beards?
Major: Those are Esquimaux.
Seagoon: And what are the ones who have beards?
Major: Those are Esquimaux who haven't shaved.
Seagoon: I see. But why do only half of them shave?
Major: So that they can tell the difference. [aside] Can we have music for this bit,
FX: violin music
Major: Thank you.
Seagoon: Tell the difference from what?
Major: Between those with beards and those without.
Jim: I don't like this, Jim.
All: Shut up, shut up...
Seagoon: Singing fool. To avoid all this confusion, why don't the ones without beards grow
Major: Well, that would be rather unfair.
Seagoon: Unfair? Why?
Major: The ones without beards are women, you see. That's how they tell the difference,
Seagoon: This is ridiculous. I've never known a family's growing beards in the friendship
between the sexes. I mean, have you, Eccles?
Eccles: Oh, yeah. It happened in my family. When I was young, I couldn't tell the
between my mother or father, so my father made my mother grow a beard.
Seagoon: Ah, and you were able to tell the difference?
Seagoon: Why not?
Eccles: My father had a beard, too!
Voices: [various, in agony, striking Eccles]
Jim: I don't like clubbing, Jim.
Seagoon: [agonized laughter] Now then, what does the third envelope say?
Envelope: I say, You're two miles from the Pole.
Seagoon: Did you hear that, Bloodnok?
Major: Yes, I did, a man doing an impression of an envelope.
Milligan: Major, Major, look, a polar bear is approaching!
Major: My goodness, yes, and he must be very old, it's gone white with age!
Milligan: No, he's wearing a wig.
Major: Oh, that's what it is. It's coming this way.
Seagoon: Don't worry, I've got a gun.
Major: Shoot, Seagoon, shoot!
Eccles: Okay, I shot Seagoon, what now?
Seagoon: You fool, Eccles!
Eccles: Oh, I was only pretending to shoot, I wasn't really shooting, I was only... Bang!
bang, bang, bang! Down goes the polar bear, down goes the polar bear! Bang, bang-bum,
BANG! Click! Click? I must have run out of bullets! Nope, nope, nope, thank you...
Jim: I don't like this [clubbing?], Jim.
Seagoon: You idiots! While you've been playing naughty games the bear's escaped in a
taxi! We'll camp here for the night. Tomorrow, the South Pole!
FX: music, blizzard sounds, eating sounds
Bluebottle: You asleep, Eccles?
Bluebottle: You asleep, Eccles?
Bluebottle: You're a man of the world, ain't you, Eccles?
Eccles: Yeah, Bottle?
Bluebottle: You ever been to the South Pole?
Eccles: No, but I once jumped off Beachy Head.
Bluebottle: Oh, how nice for you, Eccles.
Eccles: Well, I, I didn't want to do it, Bottle, but a man paid me to commit suicide for
Bluebottle: Did he die then?
Eccles: No, that was the trouble. When I got back on top he was still alive.
Bluebottle: What did he do?
Eccles: He asked for his money back!
Bluebottle: And did you?
Eccles: Well, I had to, I went to a doctor and the doctor said I wasn't dead.
Bluebottle: Oh, well, don't you worry, Eccles, being dead isn't everything in life.
FX: ominous music
Bluebottle: What's that modern-type music?
Seagoon: It is meant to indicate a disaster. During the night there was a crack in the ice
and the sledge with the bagpipes fell in - all this way for nothing!
Major: Look! The South Pole is only over there by that bus stop. Can't we make some
Seagoon: No, we, we haven't any plans. We need hollow pipes and, in any case, we need
to drill holes in them.
Major: I can drill holes. Holes! Left ump! [inaudible] march!
FX: holes marching away
Seagoon: You fool! You've let the holes march away! All is lost!
Eccles: Don't cry, Neddy, me and Bottle's got a set of bagpipes.
Bluebottle: Yes, we put hot water in them and used them as hot-water bottles.
Seagoon: You did? [laughs maniacally]
Eccles: What's the matter with him?
Seagoon: Give them to me. I must have that thousand pounds.
Major: No, no, no, I must have it, me, Eccles, me, me.
Seagoon: I saw you first, I knew you when you were [inaudible] Eccles, please!
Eccles: Wait a minute, wait a minute, what do you want my bagpipes for? What's the matter
Seagoon: My child...
Bluebottle: Be careful with them, Eccles, I know their tricks.
Eccles: What do they do?
Bluebottle: One of them holds up a hoop and the other jumps through it.
Seagoon: Bloodnok, Bloodnok, let's be sensible: if we get these bagpipes... [laughs
maniacally] we can share the [fish-too?] money
Seagoon: Share the money! [laughs]
Major: Let's overpower them.
Seagoon: Right! I'll take my socks off now!
FX: various military sounds; blizzard; bagpipes
Thynne: Yes, Moriarty, one of them got to the Pole and played the bagpipes.
Unfortunately, owing to the blizzard, I can't make out who it is.
Greenslade: But, by next week, however, we hope to know. So, tune in for the results. Good
Greenslade: That was the Goon Show, a BBC-recorded program featuring Peter Sellers,
Harry Secombe & Spike Milligan, with George Chisom, the Ray Ellington Quartet, Max
and the orchestra conducted by Wally Stot. Script by Spike Milligan, announcer Wallace
Greenslade, the program produced by Charles Chilton.