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| Following allegations that band competitions would be better if they were run by women, Dotty Doris proves that she can be just as clueless. 'We've given you the wrong trophy', she bleats, but Daniel refuses to take her seriously in spite of the presence of dreary Dr. Doonothing... |
| 'Get your hands off that', snarls Doris. Daniel retains a firm grip until Dr Doonothing's disappearance gives Dotty Doris the chance to administer a swift knee to the groin and he is forced to relinquish our cup. |
| Up in the bar, Catryn puts her drink down for long enough to scrutinise the replacement 'Prince Charles' cup. The competition rages on downstairs. The adjudicator seems to be humungously obese - he even requires a double tent extension. Wyn does his best impression of an 18-year-old. |
| Wyn decides a closer inspection of his pint is in order. Most unwittingly, he manages to take a photo of Malcolm Jones at the same time. |
| Daniel finally warms to the Prince Charles cup as he gets the mistaken idea that a stategically placed ear can hide his double chin. |