"CONFETTI CHECK A-OK" (ALTERNATE VERSION)

I'm writing alternate versions of some UFO episodes. I've started on "CONFETTI CHECK A-OK." Here's a sample:
 
GREY: Commander Straker, have cigar sir.
 
STRAKER: Thank you, Grey. What's the occasion? You get
         a raise?
 
GREY: Well, I wouldn't put it quite as crudely as that
      sir, but you're not far off the mark. I just
      became a father. My wife and I had been trying
      for over a year now.
 
STRAKER: Maybe your little aliens entry speed was
         too high.
 
GREY: Sol decimal four sir. Dr Jackson gave me a
      thorough examination in the trouser department.
 
STRAKER: How's your wife?
 
GREY: She's fine.
 
STRAKER: Good. Boy or girl?
 
GREY: My wife's a girl, commander. Actually she's a
      full-grown woman. Men can't have babies. Not
      yet anyway sir.
 
STRAKER: Oh yes, of course. Remind me to have a word
         with Jackson about that.
 
GREY: Yes sir.
 
STRAKER: What's wrong with you Ayshea? You been smoking
         a cigar?
 
AYSHEA: It's given me a cough sir.
 
STRAKER: A cough, eh? That's strange, cough rhymes with
         your surname, Brough. Have it checked out.
 
AYSHEA: It's pronounced "bruff" sir.
 
STRAKER: Oh yes, of course. Remind me to speak to Alan
         Freeman about that.
 
AYSHEA: Don't you mean Alec Freeman, commander?
 
STRAKER: Not arf. Speak of the devil, here he comes now.
         How's everything been while I was away Alec?
 
FREEMAN: Things were kinda quiet Ed so I decided to go
         to lunch. Steak, medium rare. Side order of
         salad. Pasta with pesto sauce and kidney beans.
         Chicken vindaloo with naan bread, followed by
         blueberry muffins and vanilla ice cream
         sprinkled with hundreds and thousands.
 
STRAKER: Sounds er, very...appetising.
 
FREEMAN: ...Mars bar deep fried in batter with...
 
STRAKER: Er, yes Alec. I think I get the picture.
 
FREEMAN: If you need me I'll be in the john.
 
STRAKER: John...John?
 
FREEMAN: Just one more thing Ed. I wouldn't go in there
         for at least fifteen minutes.
 
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All the Best,
 
BRIAN


     

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You need to be very very careful Brian. I've got some very unpleasant comments from people on one Yahoo group about my Thunderbirds stories where I am'cruel' to poor old Alan. They might start on you next.

(unlikely though - they don't realise that UFO exists)
LtCdr
--- In [hidden email], Brian Serridge <brianserridge@...> wrote:
>
> I'm writing alternate versions of some UFO episodes. I've started on "CONFETTI CHECK A-OK." Here's a sample:
>  

Now THAT'S funny!!  ROFL.
 
Jeff

--- On Thu, 3/11/10, Brian Serridge <[hidden email]> wrote:


From: Brian Serridge <[hidden email]>
Subject: [SHADO] "CONFETTI CHECK A-OK" (ALTERNATE VERSION)
To: [hidden email]
Date: Thursday, March 11, 2010, 5:07 AM


 



I'm writing alternate versions of some UFO episodes. I've started on "CONFETTI CHECK A-OK." Here's a sample:
 
GREY: Commander Straker, have cigar sir.
 
STRAKER: Thank you, Grey. What's the occasion? You get
         a raise?
 
GREY: Well, I wouldn't put it quite as crudely as that
      sir, but you're not far off the mark. I just
      became a father. My wife and I had been trying
      for over a year now.
 
STRAKER: Maybe your little aliens entry speed was
         too high.
 
GREY: Sol decimal four sir. Dr Jackson gave me a
      thorough examination in the trouser department.
 
STRAKER: How's your wife?
 
GREY: She's fine.
 
STRAKER: Good. Boy or girl?
 
GREY: My wife's a girl, commander. Actually she's a
      full-grown woman. Men can't have babies. Not
      yet anyway sir.
 
STRAKER: Oh yes, of course. Remind me to have a word
         with Jackson about that.
 
GREY: Yes sir.
 
STRAKER: What's wrong with you Ayshea? You been smoking
         a cigar?
 
AYSHEA: It's given me a cough sir.
 
STRAKER: A cough, eh? That's strange, cough rhymes with
         your surname, Brough. Haveit checked out.
 
AYSHEA: It's pronounced "bruff" sir.
 
STRAKER: Oh yes, of course. Remind me to speak to Alan
         Freeman about that.
 
AYSHEA: Don't you mean Alec Freeman, commander?
 
STRAKER: Not arf. Speak of the devil, here he comes now.
         How's everything been while I was away Alec?
 
FREEMAN: Things were kinda quiet Ed so I decided to go
         to lunch. Steak, medium rare. Side order of
         salad. Pasta with pesto sauce and kidney beans.
         Chicken vindaloo with naanbread, followed by
         blueberry muffins andvanilla ice cream
         sprinkled with hundreds and thousands.
 
STRAKER: Sounds er, very...appetising.
 
FREEMAN: ...Mars bar deep fried in batter with...
 
STRAKER: Er, yes Alec. I think I get the picture.
 
FREEMAN: If you need me I'll be in the john.
 
STRAKER: John...John?
 
FREEMAN: Just one more thing Ed. I wouldn't go in there
         for at least fifteen minutes.
 
************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* *
 
 
All the Best,
 
BRIAN

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LOL That's tickled me funnybone, totally cheered up the afternoon.

Nat





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From: Brian Serridge <[hidden email]>
To: [hidden email]
Sent: Thu, 11 March, 2010 9:07:30 PM
Subject: [SHADO] "CONFETTI CHECK A-OK" (ALTERNATE VERSION)

 
I'm writing alternate versions of some UFO episodes. I've started on "CONFETTI CHECK A-OK." Here's a sample:
 
GREY: Commander Straker, have cigar sir.
 
STRAKER: Thank you, Grey. What's the occasion? You get
a raise?
 
GREY: Well, I wouldn't put it quite as crudely as that
sir, but you're not far off the mark. I just
became a father. My wife and I had been trying
for over a year now.
 
STRAKER: Maybe your little aliens entry speed was
too high.
 
GREY: Sol decimal four sir. Dr Jackson gave me a
thorough examination in the trouser department.
 
STRAKER: How's your wife?
 
GREY: She's fine.
 
STRAKER: Good. Boy or girl?
 
GREY: My wife's a girl, commander. Actually she's a
full-grown woman. Men can't have babies. Not
yet anyway sir.
 
STRAKER: Oh yes, of course. Remind me to have a word
with Jackson about that.
 
GREY: Yes sir.
 
STRAKER: What's wrong with you Ayshea? You been smoking
a cigar?
 
AYSHEA: It's given me a cough sir.
 
STRAKER: A cough, eh? That's strange, cough rhymes with
your surname, Brough. Have it checked out.
 
AYSHEA: It's pronounced "bruff" sir.
 
STRAKER: Oh yes, of course. Remind me to speak to Alan
Freeman about that.
 
AYSHEA: Don't you mean Alec Freeman, commander?
 
STRAKER: Not arf. Speak of the devil, here he comes now.
How's everything been while I was away Alec?
 
FREEMAN: Things were kinda quiet Ed so I decided to go
to lunch. Steak, medium rare. Side order of
salad. Pasta with pesto sauce and kidney beans.
Chicken vindaloo with naan bread, followed by
blueberry muffins and vanilla ice cream
sprinkled with hundreds and thousands.
 
STRAKER: Sounds er, very...appetising.
 
FREEMAN: ...Mars bar deep fried in batter with...
 
STRAKER: Er, yes Alec. I think I get the picture.
 
FREEMAN: If you need me I'll be in the john.
 
STRAKER: John...John?
 
FREEMAN: Just one more thing Ed. I wouldn't go in there
for at least fifteen minutes.
 
************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* *
 
 
All the Best,
 
BRIAN

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Hi Natalie,

Glad you enjoyed it.


Best Wishes,

BRIAN



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From: Natalie Foster <[hidden email]>
To: [hidden email]
Sent: Fri, 12 March, 2010 4:00:54
Subject: Re: [SHADO] "CONFETTI CHECK A-OK" (ALTERNATE VERSION)

 
LOL That's tickled me funnybone, totally cheered up the afternoon.

Nat

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From: Brian Serridge <brianserridge@ yahoo.co. uk>
To: SHADO@yahoogroups. com
Sent: Thu, 11 March, 2010 9:07:30 PM
Subject: [SHADO] "CONFETTI CHECK A-OK" (ALTERNATE VERSION)

I'm writing alternate versions of some UFO episodes. I've started on "CONFETTI CHECK A-OK." Here's a sample:

GREY: Commander Straker, have cigar sir.

STRAKER: Thank you, Grey. What's the occasion? You get
a raise?

GREY: Well, I wouldn't put it quite as crudely as that
sir, but you're not far off the mark. I just
became a father. My wife and I had been trying
for over a year now.

STRAKER: Maybe your little aliens entry speed was
too high.

GREY: Sol decimal four sir. Dr Jackson gave me a
thorough examination in the trouser department.

STRAKER: How's your wife?

GREY: She's fine.

STRAKER: Good. Boy or girl?

GREY: My wife's a girl, commander. Actually she's a
full-grown woman. Men can't have babies. Not
yet anyway sir.

STRAKER: Oh yes, of course. Remind me to have a word
with Jackson about that.

GREY: Yes sir.

STRAKER: What's wrong with you Ayshea? You been smoking
a cigar?

AYSHEA: It's given me a cough sir.

STRAKER: A cough, eh? That's strange, cough rhymes with
your surname, Brough. Have it checked out.

AYSHEA: It's pronounced "bruff" sir.

STRAKER: Oh yes, of course. Remind me to speak to Alan
Freeman about that.

AYSHEA: Don't you mean Alec Freeman, commander?

STRAKER: Not arf. Speak of the devil, here he comes now.
How's everything been while I was away Alec?

FREEMAN: Things were kinda quiet Ed so I decided to go
to lunch. Steak, medium rare. Side order of
salad. Pasta with pesto sauce and kidney beans.
Chicken vindaloo with naan bread, followed by
blueberry muffins and vanilla ice cream
sprinkled with hundreds and thousands.

STRAKER: Sounds er, very...appetising.

FREEMAN: ...Mars bar deep fried in batter with...

STRAKER: Er, yes Alec. I think I get the picture.

FREEMAN: If you need me I'll be in the john.

STRAKER: John...John?

FREEMAN: Just one more thing Ed. I wouldn't go in there
for at least fifteen minutes.

************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* *


All the Best,

BRIAN

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