["The Biscuit Show Theme"]
Feeling bored?
Okay, I'm bored!
Hungry?
Where are the biscuits?
Stressed?
No!
Stress no more.
It's showtime!
Tonight, burn off some bad vibes with a little liquid television.
Or Hamilton's next-gen.
At 9.30, a bunch of weirdos is trying to get inside Monkey's head.
Someone has stolen his curtains.
I went to sleep last night with my curtains. I wake up this morning and they're gone.
His battery.
How can they steal a battery with a whole goddamn world watching?
His script.
You've never made any coffee.
That's it.
But things could be worse.
Join the party inside Monkey's Etterland.
Then at 12.15...
Me and Stan are going to invade Argentina.
Comedy...
Governor Cockney will have him switched as Peter.
From the comic strip...
I didn't understand a word of that.
Another health-giving, stress-relieving and satisfying night of television on SBS.
On Sunday, we begin a three-part series looking at the United Nations
through the eyes of the people dependent on its aid.
If they face Israeli or Jewish problems, they must do something.
So they put in aid.
In Cambodia, in Angola, where war is over,
but its legacy makes growing food impossible.
And in the temporary camps of Gaza, where this man has lived for 40 years.
Neither in terms of oil, nor in terms of spirituality, nor in terms of medicine,
nor in terms of life, or in terms of children, or in terms of natural evolution,
but people are living.
A radical challenge to our beliefs about how $8 should be spent.
An official version.
8 o'clock Sunday on SBS.
Thrown out in a glittering arc, as clear as the winter-born,
the jug of Murphy's eye threw back,
goes hissing off the stone.
Whatever I do with all the black is my business alone.
I mean, this is the main thing to get across,
is the fact that poetry can blow your minds, you know?
I mean, this is, again, gets back to this analogy with drink, you know?
It's a mind-blowing substance.
What happens in the process of getting drunk?
You access areas of your experience or imagination that otherwise would be inaccessible.
That's acid you're talking about, isn't it?
It depends on the quantity and the specific gravity, though.
I think beer is just a match or compensation for having to write all this Nancy Boy stuff.
It is that.
Yeah.
Introduce yourself to 20 new British poets on Masterpiece, 8.30, Monday.