| 00:00 - 00:03 | Creese lived right here in Commercial Road near Ansell. |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | They attended Matthew Arnold here. |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | He operated a bike shop here in Egham. |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | Supplying Undercover Vespa and Lambretta parts to our elite troops.. |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | He is a very hard worker for a non grammar school boy. |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Didn't Creese go round to BOAC. |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | He was an apprentice and top of class. |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | My Fuhrer .... |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Steiner |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | Steiner aka Creese messed up. He never qualified. |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | He failed big time. |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Get out now right you Ashford Grammar creeps.Matthew Arnold School can stay. |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | Kurleij, Howick, Curtis, Hobday. |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | I should give you the Mr Roberts stare or the Doc Foster slice. |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | You were all overweight and Welham's Fat Boys too wern't you. |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | You knew Creese's sub standard scooter parts were supplied by women. |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | No wonder I could't go as fast as Pip Hughes. |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | Even Alan Bye's dad beat me. |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | Creese told me I had to run it in. I was getting close. |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | Close to taking the stabalizer wheels off and balancing myself. |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | My Fuhrer; You were useless and never ready for that. |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | You Creese supporter. I was nearly nearly there. |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | My Fuhrer you needed more practise - a hundred miles .. |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | Fool. He has left Israel and lives undercover in Spain. Find him now. |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | I set him up using Third Reich funds |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | He joined a Rock and Roll Band and plays Saxaphone. |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | The women have always fallen for him here and in Spain. |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | They fall for his blond hair and funny clothes. |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | His eye makeup always ran when he drunk Newcastle Bown at the Ship in Shepperton. |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | Your secretary likes him, wears his ruby necklace and laughs at his jokes and I taught them to him. |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | I never ever get the best women. |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | He even took all the the big brassy Russian girls from you Stalin. |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | Sorry Kurleij, I meant you. |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | Welham will pay dearly for this. Feel these rubbish pecs. |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | How did Tony Thorne climb those ropes? |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | I'll force Welham to climb his own ropes |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | Ansell was right. LD's are rubbish. Matchless are best. They're not put together by Creese. |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | Sub standard BOAC parts on my beautiful LD. I'll take the stabalizers off soon. |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | He's probably using cats' guts on his Fender. |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | It's not a real Stratocaster anyway. He bought it from Mussolini in Italy. |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | I'm going to cancel his cake allowance. |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | Don't worry. He won't starve. Heidi is feeding him. |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | Right, where's my helmet and gloves? |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | I want you to put them with my boots and my LD and sell them. |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | Put them in the Exchange and Mart. |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | Howick, have you just made a smell? |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | You 've always done that but Pip was the worst. He even set them on fire.. |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | Get a quick fake MOT. Don't tell the cops. |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | Let's get down the pub. |
