Carry on at Your Convenience Page #2

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and I thought we were going

to include a bidet in our new range.

Oh, yes. I designed one, but Mr Boggs sat on it.

On the idea, I mean.

I do not think bidets are quite us.

But, Dad, all our competitors are making them.

I dare say, but I didn't think the high cost of

production coupled with the limited demand...

Limited demand? But I told you about

that enquiry from abroad for 1,000 of them.

I know, my boy, but I don't think

that my dear grandfather would have approved

of the name Boggs

being associated with such an article.

Oh, Mr Plummer. Can't you persuade him?

Quite frankly, I don't see the use of 'em.

It's easy enough to wash your feet in the bath.

Bidets are not for washing your feet in.

What else? Are they for dogs to drink out of?

No.

Get away. Well, if it's for that, then, you can

always stand on your head under the shower.

Lewis. Lewis, my boy.

Shh. Can you hear anything?

No.

- Neither can I.

- Well, that's all right, then.

No, it's not all right. They've stopped work.

I tell you, brothers.

It is time we made a stand.

It is time the bosses learnt

that they can't mess the worker about.

- What do you say?

- Down with 'em!

That's right. Down with 'em.

It is up to us to show the bloated bureaucrats

that they can't grind our faces in the dust.

- What do you say?

- Down with 'em!

That's right. You see, brothers,

this issue isn't just over when

or when not you can have a cuppa.

Oh, no.

This ruling is another blow

- aimed at the fundamental rights of the worker!

- Hear hear!

It's another little prod at the very vitals

of your personal freedom.

I haven't noticed anyone prodding at my vitals.

Good for you, Chloe.

Ready for you any time, Chloe.

Yes. All right, then.

Yes. All right, then. Quiet, please.

Thank you, Mrs Moore.

But I seem to remember that you got very upset

when they banned you women from

wearing trousers. What do you say to that?

Down with 'em!

Cheeky, Bernie.

I didn't mean down with the trousers.

Anyway, brothers, I am now calling for

an immediate stoppage of work,

pending reinstatement of the tea rounds.

Now, then, all those in favour,

raise your right hands.

Count 'em, Bernie.

Are you in favour?

Of course I am, you fool!

Oh, well, er...

Well, that makes two.

Well, that's that.

Mind if we get back to work, then?

Would you wait just one more minute, please?

I would like to make one last appeal

to your reason and common sense.

I'll call for one more vote. And, in doing so,

I would like you all to bear in mind

the fact that the Rovers

are playing at home this afternoon

and the kickoff's at three o'clock.

Right? All those in favour?

Count 'em, Bernie.

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