Happy 50th anniversary to ‘Daylight Robbery on the Orient Express’, a comedically self-aware romp deserving of more love than afforded it by the Cannes judges! #Goodies50
That’s 53 episodes down in my Goodies retrospective: www.jacobedwards.id.au/53-daylight-...
Next up: Black and White Beauty
![Scene #1: The Goodies, tied up, next to an enclosed goat. Dialogue:
Graeme: Tim! The goat. Try the goat.
Tim: What?
Graeme: Try the goat.
Tim: [pause] Not now, thanks.
Graeme: Get the goat to gnaw through your rope.
Tim: What’s the fun in that?
Scene #2: Tim, now free, inquires after Graeme, who is backed up to the goat enclosure. Dialogue:
Tim: How are you getting along with the rope, Graeme?
Graeme: Okay but— Why didn’t you tell me the goat had turned round?
Scene #3: Tim and Graeme are now free. Tim inquires after Bill, who is trying to convince the goat to gnaw through his ropes. Graeme bends down... and does the gnawing himself! Dialogue:
Tim: Bill, has that goat got through your rope yet?
Bill: No, no way.
Tim: Oh, come on. Come on, Gilbert. Get down there. Come on. Go at it, son!
Graeme: Tim. Tim, we’re free, right? Never mind the goat. I’ll do it.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:csorpff3bpg5zext2hsav44q/bafkreieh6a4t6wzinw4i2o5wzgg46nwpxou2turjho3sv6sxyhm6h63yv4)
![Bill dressed as a tree trunk; Tim doing an owl impersonation.
Dialogue from the episode:
Bill: Fear not. We at Goodies Hols have devised our Worldwide Adventure Tours with a difference, the difference being: nobody goes more than six miles south of Cricklewood. To wit—
Tim: [owl impersonation:] T’woo!
Bill: What I mean is...
{soon after}
Bill: ...whilst, but a scone’s through away (‘scone’s throw’!)—
Tim: ‘Scone’s-throw’.
Bill: Twit.
Tim: [renewed owl impersonation:] T’woo!](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:csorpff3bpg5zext2hsav44q/bafkreiel6k52zp4xke25v5yidshbssw6a5vxdvnwlg22wsopshmruqgwwu)
![Bill and Graeme, as hippies, attempt to sing ‘Flower Song’ while Tim launches effects at them.
Dialogue from the show:
Bill: [singing:] Well the answer’s blowing in the wind...
Tim: Cue the wind!
Bill: ...how they fall, how rain falls; and you say what must be, must be, the passport to democracy, you have to fight to set us free, it seems to me it’s just a load of—
Tim: Cue the balls!](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:csorpff3bpg5zext2hsav44q/bafkreiecbhfuk47nsh3kexzw2qkf2o5rgwaftpc35uhigwx5yjioben34m)
![Tim sits comatose upon his silver throne. Bill looks on expectantly as Graeme waves burning bank note under his nose. Dialogue:
Graeme: Don’t worry, Bill. Don’t worry. Here’s something guaranteed to bring him round... [sets fire to a banknote and waves it under Tim’s nose] Tim, look at that. Tiiiim. Tim-Tim-Tim...
Bill: Oh dear. Well, I’m afraid, Gray-bags, you have wasted your money.
Graeme: Oh, no I haven’t. You see, that fiver was— TIM’S! [no reaction] He must be dead!](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:csorpff3bpg5zext2hsav44q/bafkreib2cbgktbpylfevulkvgvujpjcfqhlxgbdjfyr6ipxmsauu2vpztm)
