First Kiss

 

From A Bit More Fry & Laurie, this short sketch flirts with the comedy of embarrassment, for once leaving Stephen with egg on his expressive features.

Hugh:
My first kiss. I suppose everyone can remember their first kiss. Nothing quite lives up to it, does it? I was eleven years old I remember and my great-uncle had come to stay for a few weeks on parole. We used to play a game where I would sit on his lap and he would pretend to be a train. Then one day…

Stephen comes on

Stephen:
Hugh, Hugh, what are you saying?
Hugh:
I was telling the ladies and gentlemen about my first kiss.
Stephen:
Yes, but Hugh, this is a delicate area, I really don't think—
Hugh:
We agreed that A Bit More Fry & Laurie was going to be an arena for the expression of all kinds of ideas and experiences that wouldn't normally find their way on to television, didn't we?
Stephen:
We did, we did agree.
Hugh:
So my surprise at feeling a tongue suddenly…
Stephen:
Hugh, there are valid arenas and valid arenas. This is not one of them.
Hugh:
But I want that experience to be understood. It may help others to know that they're not the first to feel that wet…
Stephen:
Hugh. Believe me this is a whole can of worms you're opening here, and if there is one single taboo left, one unmentionable subject not fit for comic treatment, you've just mentioned it.
Hugh:
But surely there's nothing so very odd about it. There I was on my great-uncle's lap and in came Lucy.
Stephen:
Lucy.
Hugh:
Yes, Lucy.
Stephen:
And how old was Lucy?
Hugh:
Oh, twelve I think. And I kissed her.
Stephen:
You kissed her.
Hugh:
Yes
Stephen:
You've done this deliberately haven't you?
Hugh:
Done what?
Stephen:
You set it up to make it sound as if—
Hugh:
As if what?
Stephen:
Never mind. Get on with it.
Hugh:
All right. So I kissed Lucy, and was very surprised to feel her tongue pop out. It was my first real snog and I loved it. You can imagine that I fell in love instantly. Sadly the next year Lucy developed distemper and had to be put down.
Stephen:
Doh.