| 00:00 - 00:03 | Steiner has looked at local pubs for a Sunday night session |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | He's looked at Gipsy Hill.... |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | But the focus has moved to West Norwood |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | Unfortunately there are several regular quiz nights, and the organizers won't accommodate us |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | So it looks like the Rosie, Paxton and Knight's Hill Tavern are out |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Steiner can get us into the Great North Wood, next to the station |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | Extremists are welcome there |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Mein Führer |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Steiner |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | Steiner says the Mansion Club already use it |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | Steiner says theres no way |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | The following will stay here. Keitel, Jodl, Krebs, and Burgdorf |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | This is a clusterfuck! |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | Steiners a witless fuck! |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | Who does he fucking think he is? Is he having a Turkish, or what? |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | Toys out of the pram time, you fucks |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | Years I have planned for this |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | My Sunday evenings are being ruined by the SS |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | You bunch of lager-swilling oiks have no idea what its like trying to relax of an evening |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | with that fucking Australian and the Mancunian braying down your neck |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | My Fuhrer, I cannot let you talk down the Great White in this way |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | He wears Hawaiian shirts....For fucks sake! |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | Mein Fuhrer, they are specially tailored! |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | Tailored, my fucking arse
Theyre polyester shit!! |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | Not a shred of cotton! |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | I'm fucked off with this |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | year after year it's the same, while none of you |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | managed to get me membersip of the Mansion Club |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | Just because I'm not in consultancy or brand management |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | why shouldn't I be allowed to drink a litre of rosé and eat spicy crisps on a Sunday night? |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | It makes me fucking weep, you cunts |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | Why don't I just set up a fucking drinking club in Tulse Hill... with Stalin! |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | My Michael Winner voice could get an Oscar |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | When my brown light comes on, I'm out there, with the best |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | I've had a shit all over Europe |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | Wankers! |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | I should have been a founding member of the Mansion Club....from the very beginning |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | Having a bit of a laugh at the Germans.... |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | But you wankers will fucking pay for this |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | We'll see who get's the pokey bott wank, then! |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | I'll start wearing a beard like a fucking goat! |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | Don't, it's just the Sagres talking... |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | With Jeffers in the same pub... |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | I just can't get my wank gags to work |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | he just whispers, 'Arse'... |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | My battle is lost.... |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | But gentlemen, if you think I am going to let the Mansioneers win without a farting contest |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | then you can suck on my chum bucket...... |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | Norwood fucking arse... |
