I'm All Right Jack Page #3

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That's right. You see,

the timing of the flow

determines the quantities,

as per formuIa.

Now then, every four minutes,

a pressure-operated reIief vaIve

discharges the mixture out of here

into this duct

on its way to the next stage.

There she goes.

Come on, taste it.

Go on, it's quite cooI.

- Good?

- Mm...

OK, aII right, foIIow me.

Now, here we have

the cooIing and bIowing tunneI.

You see, airjets cooI the mixture

to the required consistency,

simuItaneousIy bIowing it up...

Now, then, you taste this.

Haven't you finished it yet?

You are a sIowcoach. Come on!

That's aII right, have the Iot.

Go on, swiII it down.

You see, it's aII meIIow, isn't it?

Yes, aII right, come on, over here.

Here the mixture has soIidified...

Not here, Miss Hackney!

PIease, dear!

Here, try a bit.

Now...

Now, this machine,

as you see, stamps out

a two-and-a-haIf-ounce uncoated bIock.

Here, tuck in.

Each machine

cuts 48,000 bIocks a day...

You're not eating.

Go on, enjoy yourseIf.

...at the rate of

approximateIy 2,000 an hour.

Now, from here, we go down here.

And, this is the enrobing chamber,

where the bIocks are coated with icing,

of course, and decorated.

This is my favourite machine.

I say...

Is there anything wrong, oId man?

My hat!

Pretty overwheIming, isn't it?

Come on, round the other side.

And here we have the coated bIocks -

soft, miIky, deIicious.

AII ready for stamping

with a waInut and a cherry.

Now aII that remains is to wrap 'em,

pack 'em, despatch 'em.

There we are.

Seen everything, my boy?

Course, it isn't easy to digest,

aII in one go, you know.

- 'He's turned out to be...'

- Look I...

'...some adoIescent, stupid moron...

'Are you sure he was at Oxford?'

I can onIy say I'm sorry.

'I ought to teII you that he created

a damned bad impression upon my staff...'

Look, I can't do more

than apoIogise now, can I?

'...aII I know...

'...Iike that. WeII, for God's sake,

don't get me a maniac...'

WeII, I'm sorry. I'm extremeIy sorry,

but goodbye!

It's that feIIow Windrush again.

Take this Ietter,

Miss Harvey, wouId you?

Dear Windrush,

your appointment

yesterday with Mr BartIett,

Managing Director

of the British Corset Company,

brackets,

Foundation of the Nation,

cIose brackets, Limited,

was the eIeventh granted you

in the past ten days.

'In view of the singuIar Iack of

appreciation you have encountered,

'I am Ied seriousIy to doubt

whether you and industry are compatibIe.

'Yours faithfuIIy...'

Your UncIe Bertram and a gentIeman

have caIIed to see you, Master StanIey.

They're having tea with your Aunt DoIIy

in the drawing room.

Thank you, Spencer.

Here's your tea, my pretties.

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