English Script Request

Oh. Hello again. This is Miles Chomondley-Warner issuing you an invitation to "Look at it this way."
Now today, I'd like to present my dear friend, Mr. Grayson.

Thank you for presenting me, Mr. Chomondley-Warner.

Now, Grayson has made for us a most informative and enjoyable film about what life will be like 50 years from now. So look here, Grayson, what's this film about?

Well, it's a short, informal but informative film about what life will be like 50 years from now.

Thank you. I see. That sounds most interesting. Well, that's enough chitter-chat from us. So now let's sit back and view.

Life will be very different in the year 1990. Portable fans will be in common usage. Regional differences of speech throughout the British Isles will have been standardized.

I see England won the football again, Angus.

Good. After all, they are much superior to us, Gordon.

That's right, Angus. Small dundee cake?

Thank you. A glass of Scottish?

Even the Welsh will have been successfully taught how to use inside lavatories.

Rich strides will have been made in health matters, with some of the things we know now found to have important medicinal qualities.

Well, Mrs. Cummings, I'm afraid you've a very weak heart. Cigarette?

Thank you.

I'm prescribing your 5 pints and a bottle of whiskey a day. (??) Oh, and by the way. No exercise, and plenty of sausages.

Libraries will adapt to new technologies.

Hello, can I help you dear?

Yes, do you have D.H. Lawrence's "Excellent Lady Chatterley's Lover"?

Certainly.

My, that was a bit (??). I see they're doing Tolstoy for school certificate again.

English manners will have set the standard for the rest of the world, and our football fans will be recognized as our best ambassadors for the country.

Hugh, that's our 12th World Cup in a row. Well done.

Yes, but spare a thought for those plucky losers. Bad luck, Scotland.

Racial prejudice will have been eliminated, with nations learning to live in proper harmony.

Hello.

I'm African, I'm afraid.

Well never mind. You're welcome to live here in the cold bunker. As long as you promise not to eat my wife.

I promise.

Nuclear fuel will be the fuel of the future.

Fire's going down, dear.

Best pop another lump of plutonium on, then, dear.

(??) in fashion and transport will no doubt seem a little strange to us.

People will travel at the speed of light and arrive home before they leave.

Good morning, darling. I'm off to bed now, then.

And finally, the United States will have seen the error of her ways, and beg Britain to take her back into the Empire. New York will be renamed Chittingfeld-on-Sea.

THE END