The following transcript was made by Debby Stark (email@example.com [as of Oct, 1994]), with
fixed adobe abode in Albuquerque, New Mexico. Corrections and particularly additions of
will be welcomed. Errors made in transcription are probably the fault of the transcriber
also be due to the quality of the tape.
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surrounded by brackets with a "?".
The Greenslade Story
or Winds Light to Variable
First air: 20-12-55
Script by Spike Milligan
Greenslade: This is the BBC.
FX: Door opens with wind gust? Wild applause
Greenslade: You want more? Certainly. [Clears throat] This is the BBC.
FX: Wild applause
Seagoon: Hear that applause, dear listener? It was all for a common or garden BBC
announcer, Wallace Greenslade. How did he come by this rapturous applause? It is with
heart and light kidneys that we tell you
Greenslade: The Greenslade Story or
Seagoon: Winds Light to Variable
Snagge: My name is Snagge, John Snagge [two piano notes]. Thank you. It was June,
195qua that the lad, Wallace Greenslade, first came to the BBC seeking refuge from hard
FX: Typewriter (i.e., reception office setting)
Greenslade: Good morning, Miss, I'm Mr. W. Greenslade.
Receptionist:Oh, yes, you've come for the vacant post of announcer.
Greenslade: Yes, I have.
Receptionist: Do take a seat with the other applicants.
Greenslade: Thank you. I sat down next to a man wearing a brass deerstalker, white cricket
boots, and a shredded cardboard wig.
Greenslade: Good morning.
Eccles: Winds light to variable.
Eccles: I said, "Winds light to variable."
Greenslade: Oh, really.
Eccles: Yeah. Winds light to variable. I'm practicing, you know.
Greenslade: Don't tell me you're applying for the post of announcer?
Eccles: Oh, yeah! And I'll get it, too, you'll see! I'm wearing a Cambridge tie!
Greenslade: You? You were at Cambridge?
Greenslade: What were you doing there?
Eccles: Buying a tie.
Receptionist: Mr. [La-dale?] will see you now, Mr Eccles.
Eccles: Fine, fine, my good woman. [to us:] This is it [exits]2,000, ú2,000 a year and a
Sellers: Get out, you idiot!
Eccles: Wait a minute, wait a minute! You ain't even heard me speak yet!
Sellers: We'll write you.
Eccles: Well, that's no good, I can't read. Hey! Did you see that? He threw me out! Threw
out, the famous Eccles! He got no respect for the dead, that man! You can all laugh, but
never even let me say "winds light to variant." I'm going to tell my elocution
teacher about that
Receptionist: Will you come in now, Mr Greenslade?
Greenslade: Thank you, madam. I was lead into the presence of a BBC official. I took of my
shoes and knelt down.
FX: Gong sound.
Official: Now, Mr Greensleeve, can I... can I hear you say something?
Greenslade: Certainly. Ahhmmm... "Winds light to variable."
Official: By Jove, you couldn't have picked a more... appropriate phrase.
Greenslade: Oh, it was nothing.
Official: Come, come! Say it again. Say it again... with a smile as it were.
Greenslade: Of course. [clears throat] "Winds light to variable."
Official: Delicious! Quite enchanting! Now, say it as though it were a national
Greenslade: "Ohhhh! Winds light to variable! Ohhhhhh!"
Official: [weepy] Very touching! Yes, I... I think you have it, Mr Greenslade, you can
start work at
Greenslade: Gad! Me, a BBC announcer!
Seagoon: Dear listeners, how could my private school for announcers, with it's 56,000
trainees, succeed if the BBC kept turning down my ace pupils like Eccles?
Voices: We want [bread?], we want...
Seagoon: [screaming inaudibly at the lads] Please, gentlemen, keep up your spirits, lads,
mean, say after me, "Winds light to variable."
Voices: "Winds light to variable."
Seagoon: There you are, lads, good! Doesn't that... make you feel better?
Voices: [negative answers, particularly from the Major Bloodnok]
Seagoon: Whatwhatwhawhawhawhat's that? Bloodnok, please--
Major: Listen, listen, Neddy--
Seagoon: Mr. Bloodnok, please, I mean--
Major: Never mind these naughty winds light to variable! What about some earthquakes in
Seagoon: What about earthquakes in East Acton?
Major: What about...? I've been training at this school for six years to say
"earthquakes in East
Seagoon: So what?
Major: Well, they never had one!
Seagoon: Ah, ah, yes! But at the slightest tremor, I'll write to the BBC!
Seagoon: I will indeed! Keep up your morale, man! Say after me "earthquakes in East
Major: "Earthquakes in East Acton."
Seagoon: There, see?
Major: I, I, I feel better already.
Seagoon: Of course you do!
Seagoon: It's no good, dear listener. I can't deceive my pupils as to the seriousness of
situation. While Greenslade grew in popularity, I decided to strike!
FX: planning to strike music
Thynne: So, Neddy, you want us to kidnap the entire BBC announcing staff?
Seagoon: Yesyesyesyesyesyes! I've got to create vacancies for my own men. You'll be well
Moriarty: Paid? Money? Money? How much? How much?
Seagoon: For every announcer removed I'll pay one simulation lead florrin. And you can
have that in writing.
Thynne: We'd rather have it in cash, if you don't mind.
Seagoon: Very well [laughs], here's a photograph of a pound.
Thynne: Thank you. Moriarty, see if this is a forgery.
Moriarty: [ambles away, mumbling]
Seagoon: Now, gentlemen, when do you start work?
Thynne: When? Switch on the talking wireless.
Announcer: Here is the nyn aclock noise. The president of Scrampsonpage drudnosit black--
Thynne: You see, Neddy, we've started already! Now, excuse me while--
Moriarty: [rushes up] Don't switch off, listen to this.
Sellers: We must apologize for the break in the news. [begins to break up] In the
is a record...
Eccles: [approaching] Hello, folks! Winds light to variable. Further outlook: Fine, fine,
Seagoon: Wonderful!--Or, if your French, vunderbar!--At last, Mr Eccles was being heard
on the radio. One by one, the BBC announcers were kidnapped. Or, if they're over 21,
adultnapped! Get it? [laughs] Adultnapped! [sighs] Max Geldray, [pull up a bollard?]
Seagoon: I still maintain it's all wrong, I can understand it at all, I, I say...
Thynne: Relax, Neddy, relax, your record's selling well, you've nothing to worry about...
Seagoon: So [I will? inaudible] Relax, you say. My heavens, it's three months since you
promised to kidnap Greenslade, but still no result!
Moriarty: Oeoww! I tell you, don't worry, Neddy!
Thynne: Greenslade has a huge public. They want to see him in the flesh.
Seagoon: [disbelief] All of it?
Seagoon: He's a danger to shipping!
Thynne: Neddy, we are going to offer him a contract to appear on the stage.
Seagoon: Gad, yes! If he leaves the BBC, the way will be clear for Mr. Eccles! An
plan! We'll do it!
Greenslade: And do it they did. But the BBC didn't give me up without a fight. In fact,
event sent John Snagge round to my private abode.
FX: Knock on door, door opens
Greenslade: Is, ah, Wallace in?
Butler: "Wallace"? Does thou mean The Great Greenslade? He whose voice drips
like honey for
the ears of the waiting world? He of the velvet pedal tongue?
Snagge: Yes, that's Walt.
Butler: Whom shall I say craves audience?
Snagge: Tell him it's John Snagge--No, no, no, no, wait. Tell him... it's Snaggers.
Butler: Oh, blimey, man, follow me.
Snagge: Dear listeners, I was lead across a marble courtyard of solid wood and here and
there silver fountains gushed claret. And there, there, lying in a silken hammock
between two former television toppers... was Wallace Greenslade.
Greenslade: Ah John, dear John! You couldn't have arrived at a better moment. I was just
about to unveil a small, bronze statue of myself.
Snagge: Now look here, Wallace. There's a rumor going around the Corporation that
you're thinking of leaving.
Greenslade: Well, John, I have been getting offers...
Snagge: But Wallace, you're not going to leave us, remember, you're British... Now look,
Greenslade: What, John?
Snagge: I've been given the authority to offer you ú4 week and you can read the 9 o'clock
news at half past if you want to and take your own time about it--
Seagoon: Not so fast, Mr. John [Boatrace?] Snagge!
Snagge: That voice came out of a little ball of fat that sprang from behind a [inaudible]
Seagoon: My name is Neddy Seagoon!
Snagge: What a memory you have.
Seagoon: Not so fast!
Snagge: I said it as slowly as possible.
Seagoon: So! You're the famous John Snagge, hey?
Thynne: [rushes in] Mr. Snagge, I fear you have arrived too late to save Mr Greenslade.
He has already signed a theatrical contract at ú5 a week.
Snagge: Five pounds? There isn't that much!
Thynne: Yes, there is, and here it is in used stamps.
Snagge: Ah! I cannot offer him more. So this, then, is the end of the once-great BBC
Seagoon: I can help you! I have a man here to take their place. Speak, lad, speak!
Eccles: Winds light to variable. Wait a minute, Mr. Nagg, you're... you're very lucky to
Snagge: I have no choice. Put him in a sack.
Seagoon: So saying, Mr Snagge took the famous Eccles off on his tricycle. Next day, we
took Greenslade off on his triumphal stage tour. Everywhere he went, success! Then the
opening night at the London Palladium. What a night that was! What a night! His merest
was catered for.
Greenslade: Neddy, bring me a merest whim.
Seagoon: At once! At once, Wallace! In cellophane! Gad, there's a packed house out there
waiting for you.
Greenslade: How they love me!
FX: Knock on door
Greenslade: Neddy? Say "come in" for me.
Seagoon: Of course, Wall, of course. "Come in! Who is it?"
Voice: It's Lou. I've come to say good evening.
Seagoon: Your agent! Come in!
Lou: Oh my lovely little Wallace! Oh, you're gonna kill'em tonight, you're a lovely boy!
you're lovely, make a lot of lovely money for me, make a fortune!
Seagoon: [inaudible] I'm his manager, you understand--
Lou: Out the way, Secombe, you're finished, all finished
Lou: [On (I'm?) with the boxers?] It's all washed up. Now then here, Wallace. Wallace,
Wallace, Wallace, do your bit, I'll see you get a nice, big bonus. Goodbye, my lovely boy,
gelt he's making for me... [exits]
Seagoon: You'd never think that man's father's a duke, would you?
Seagoon: Well, don't, cuz he wasn't [laughs]
FX: Knock on door
Seagoon: Who's there?
Minnie: Autograph hounds, buddy
Seagoon: What do you want, Buddy?
Henry: An autograph.
Minnie: A modern-style autograph, buddy. Dim-bund-giddle-oh! We want you're autograph,
Seagoon: I'm very sorry, Mr Greenslade left his autograph at home.
Seagoon: Stop that knocking-type knocking!
Henry: Who are you to stop us doing knocking-type knocking?
Seagoon: I'm Neddy Seagoon-type Neddy Seagoon.
Henry: Never heard of you-type, sir. Go away, sir.
Seagoon: "Go away"! "Never heard"--I, I, I won't stand for this!
"Go away"! "Never heard" of
me! Open this door at once, come on, who's there?
Henry: Open the door!
Seagoon: I can't. Some fool's taken the bolt off. Can you open it from your side?
Minnie: No, no, no... Don't come in, I'm in the bath.
Seagoon: What are you doing in the bath?
Minnie: I'm not doing anything in the bath!
Seagoon: Ms. Bannister, explain what Mr Henry Crum is doing in your bathroom, you sinful
Minnie: He's washing a savage tiger.
Seagoon: A tiger? A sinful savage tiger? I've had enough of this!
FX: Breaks in. Tiger roars. Neddy screams.
Greenslade: Obviously time for Mr Ray Ellington.
Musical interlude, "ABC" [?]
Greenslade: The Wallace Greenslade Story, Part 3. As this scene opens, I am found in the
star dressing room at the Palladium with my with my manager. I have five minutes to finish
Black Russian cigarette before I'm off.
FX: Door opens
Lou: Oh, my life! Ruined, my business, my wife and children, my [Wales?], ruined! Ahhh!
Seagoon: Something wrong with you?
Lou: "Something wrong," he says. The audience, they've gone, the [mom-ses?], 5
to 9, they
got up and left!
Seagoon: 5 to 9? What? Wait! I've got a hunch!
Thynne: It suits you.
Seagoon: Switch on the electric-type wireless.
Eccles: Hello, folks! Here's the old weather then. The old winds light to variable, going
to have the
sun in the day and gonna get dark at night [inaudible, singing]
Seagoon: So, that's where the audience are, back home, listening to Eccles. He's the new
idol. Greenslade? I fear he's stolen your public.
Greenslade: Oh, I feel faint. Pour the brandy down my throat.
Seagoon: Damn, Grytpype, you're got to kidnap Eccles or Greenslade is finished!
Thynne: Right. Moriarty? Have you got a black jack?
Moriarty: No, mine's red.
Thynne: Never mind, Eccles is colorblind anyway. Let's go!
Moriarty: Get up, there!
FX: They gallop away; scene-change music
Seagoon: Next morning, we read the terrible news.
Greenslade: Listeners, Ace BBC announcer Eccles, signed by Grytpype Thynne for stage
Seagoon: The swine single crossed us!
Greenslade: You mean, "double".
Seagoon: No, this is the first time.
Greenslade: This means... ruin? No more... luxury? I'll have to stop eating in the
Give up my subscription to The Nursing Mother?
Seagoon: And so we became vagrants.
FX: sad violin music
Seagoon: We wandered the streets. A bitter wind blew up from the east and I cursed the
fact I was wearing a kilt! One Christmas we were trying to make a living by diving for
coins in the
gutter from passing ships when we found ourselves outside the London Palladium.
FX: Street scene, coin drops in cup
Seagoon: Thank you...
Both: [sing] Comrades, comrades, ever since we were boys--
FX: coin drops in cup
Seagoon: Thank you, ladie.
Deep Voice: A pleasure.
Both: [sings] each other's...
Greenslade: Here comes a rich customer.
Seagoon: A handsome cab drew up and out stepped a ugly passenger.
Eccles: Stand aside, my good man, my public awaits for me.
Seagoon: Spare a copper for the guy?
Eccles: What guy?
Seagoon: This guy here, he's starving.
Eccles: You see my secretary, my good man, I've got... [fades]
Seagoon: He brushed me aside with his brush. The northwind blew, flakes of white settled
on my shoulder. To cap it all, I've got dandruff!
Greenslade and Seagoon: [singing] Comrades - gladly - Comrades - sadly - ever since
we were boys
FX: Coin-type sound dropping into cup
Seagoon: Oh, thank you, kind sir.
Snagge: It's nothing. I've plenty more buttons. Oh, horrors, how the mighty have fallen!
Seagoon: You, too?
Snagge: Here, here's a photograph of a bowl of soup.
Greenslade and Seagoon: Thank you.
Snagge: And when you've finished it, come and see me at the BBC. In six weeks time.
Greenslade: And so, six weeks went by.
Seagoon: Good heavens, Wall, six weeks have gone by!
Greenslade: At the same time, inside the London Palladium, six weeks had also passed at
the same speed.
Eccles: Winds light to variable, that's what I'll say to them--
FX: knock on door
Eccles: Oh, who is it?
Lou: It's Lou, I've come to say good evening to you.
Eccles: Come in, my good fellow.
Lou: Oh, Eccles, Sneccles, my lovely boy! You're gonna make a lot of money for me! We sold
every seat in the place!
Eccles: What are they gonna sit on?
Lou: [laughs] for you [inaudible] funny! Witty, yes. Here, do your bit, my little
of the gelt [exits]
Eccles: He's a nice--That's a nice--I like that fellow!--Oh, hello, I didn't see
Thynne: Eccles, don't forget now, you do well tonight and we'll give you a five-shilling
Eccles: Oh! That will bring my money up to 6 shillings a month! I'm rich! I'm rich! Oh,
it's good to
Thynne: Yes, yes, steady, lad, steady, don't let it go to your head.
FX: Door opens
Moriarty: Grytpype! Here's his paycheck, just arrived.
Thynne: What? Let's see. ú2,000. Here, Moriarty, take 6 shillings out and give it to our
Eccles: I heard that. Don't you dare give that six bob to Charlie, that's my money!
FX: Door opens
Lou: Oh, my life, it's happened again!
Lou: The audience got up and gone home, someone's took em away!
Eccles: I'm going home then.
Thynne: No, no, no, no, wait, wait. Switch on the radio.
FX: Click. Big Ben chimes.
Bluebottle: This is the BBC Home Service. And here is Bluebottle with the news!
Eccles: You swine, Bluebottle! You [inaudible]
Greenslace: And that was the Goon Show, a BBC recorded program featuring Peter Sellers,
Harry Secombe, Spike Milligan and John Snagge, with the Ray Ellington Quartet and Max
Geldray. The Orchestra was conducted by Wally Stott, script by Spike Milligan, announcer
Wallace Greenslade, the program produced by Peter Eton.