The Unbelievable Truth - 13x01 Birds, Witches, Pubs, Shoes
Episode Date: December 22, 202113x01 7 April 2014 Alex Horne, Lucy Beaumont, John Finnemore, Jack Dee Birds, Witches, Pubs, Shoes...
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                                         We present The Unbelievable Truth, the panel game built on truth and lies.
                                         
                                         In the chair, please welcome David Mitchell.
                                         
                                         on truth and lies. In the chair, please welcome David Mitchell.
                                         
                                         Hello and welcome to The Unbelievable Truth, the panel show about incredible truths and barely credible lies. I'm David Mitchell. As Elvis Presley once said, the truth is like
                                         
                                         the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it ain't going away. Which will be news to
                                         
                                         our listeners in Scotland. Please welcome Alex Horne, Lucy Beaumont,
                                         
                                         John Finnemore and Jack Dee.
                                         
                                         The rules are as follows.
                                         
    
                                         Each panellist will present a short lecture
                                         
                                         that should be entirely false,
                                         
                                         save for five pieces of true information
                                         
                                         which they should attempt to smuggle past their opponents,
                                         
                                         cunningly concealed amongst the lies.
                                         
                                         Points are scored by truths that go unnoticed,
                                         
                                         while other panellists can win points if they spot a truth
                                         
                                         or lose points if they mistake a lie for a truth.
                                         
    
                                         First up is Alex Horne.
                                         
                                         Alex, your subject is birds,
                                         
                                         egg-laying vertebrates of various sizes
                                         
                                         characterised by a body covering of feathers
                                         
                                         and forelimbs modified as wings.
                                         
                                         Off you go, Alex.
                                         
                                         Fingers on buzzers to the rest of you.
                                         
                                         Hello.
                                         
    
                                         So, in 2013...
                                         
                                         It's fine, isn't it?
                                         
                                         Just saying hello.
                                         
                                         I hadn't said anything yet.
                                         
                                         Hello.
                                         
                                         You can't just start talking to people.
                                         
                                         Hello.
                                         
                                         In 2013...
                                         
    
                                         What's wrong with all that?
                                         
                                         In 20...
                                         
                                         Sounds like you're sending an email to yourself.
                                         
                                         Sounds like you're sending an email to yourself.
                                         
                                         In 2013, according to the Global Bird Census of that year,
                                         
                                         there were 100 billion birds in the world.
                                         
                                         Birds are really weird, and here are some examples of birds being weird. The female stalk will often balance an egg on one foot
                                         
                                         before flicking it to the other and winking.
                                         
    
                                         It's tempting.
                                         
                                         The male cockerel will often pretend to find some food
                                         
                                         in order to impress lady hens.
                                         
                                         John.
                                         
                                         That sounds like the sort of thing a cockerel would do.
                                         
                                         That's absolutely true.
                                         
                                         Yes, cockerels often lure hens with food
                                         
                                         using the opportunity of the hen eating to grab her by the back of the neck and mate her.
                                         
    
                                         Those are the gentleman cockerels, because sometimes the cockerel just pretends to have found food, calling the hen by making an excited clucking noise as if he's found food.
                                         
                                         So where do birds come from? Well, poo-pooing the outlandish egg theory, Archimedes believed that birds emerged
                                         
                                         from the mouths of other birds,
                                         
                                         while Lucretius wrote... John.
                                         
                                         He couldn't have thought that, could he?
                                         
                                         He would have seen... But still,
                                         
                                         I buzz, so I'm going to say that's true. It's not
                                         
                                         true. No, of course it's not. Yes, you're right.
                                         
    
                                         Archimedes, famously not an idiot.
                                         
                                         Yeah, that's the mistake I was making.
                                         
                                         While Lucretius wrote about baby birds
                                         
                                         leaping out of rivers like salmon
                                         
                                         or fishermen who have been bitten by salmon.
                                         
                                         Medieval European...
                                         
                                         John.
                                         
                                         This is just throwing good points after bad.
                                         
    
                                         But if the first one wasn't true,
                                         
                                         then maybe that one was true.
                                         
                                         Lucretius.
                                         
                                         That's not as foolproof a system as you may have previously thought.
                                         
                                         No, Lucretius didn't write about that, I'm afraid.
                                         
                                         Right, OK.
                                         
                                         One more, though, John.
                                         
                                         Yeah.
                                         
    
                                         Worth a go, isn't it?
                                         
                                         Yeah, yeah, yeah.
                                         
                                         One medieval European...
                                         
                                         Yes.
                                         
                                         No, Jack's got in ahead of you, John.
                                         
                                         Sorry, I'm putting my money on this one.
                                         
                                         I don't even know what he's going to say yet.
                                         
                                         So whatever it is, Jack says it's true,
                                         
    
                                         and John, I think, agrees with that.
                                         
                                         And you'd better read out what's on your piece of paper.
                                         
                                         While medieval Europeans were pretty sure
                                         
                                         that birds grew on trees.
                                         
                                         Jack's got it, and he's right.
                                         
                                         Oh!
                                         
                                         As I think the whole panel knew,
                                         
                                         Giambattista della Porta, a medieval Italian scholar,
                                         
    
                                         wrote about the belief that birds could sprout from trees
                                         
                                         in his text Natural Magic.
                                         
                                         It was particularly thought to be the case
                                         
                                         with putrefied trees and sage,
                                         
                                         so those particularly good at growing birds,
                                         
                                         according to Giambatt de la porter and kevin
                                         
                                         you know kevin the patron saint of blackbirds he believed you made new birds by adding water to old
                                         
                                         birds a bit like gremlins now it's frigate bird fact time the collective noun for a group of
                                         
    
                                         frigate birds is a team and they often chase birds until those birds throw up, and then they eat that bird's vomit.
                                         
                                         Speaking of vomit, as we are encouraged to do here on Radio 4,
                                         
                                         the humble robin has been known to vomit its own weight in worms after a particularly big night.
                                         
                                         Jack?
                                         
                                         I think that could be true, that they would vomit their own weight.
                                         
                                         Their own weight in worms.
                                         
                                         Worms, yeah. I have, whenever I've eaten.
                                         
                                         They can eat their own weight in worms worms you know i i have whenever i've been they they can eat their own weight in worms but not vomit it but if they ate a bad worm
                                         
    
                                         the whole lot would come up and how much would that weigh david well well i think i you know
                                         
                                         i'm not an expert on the physiognomy of the robin, but when a robin is eating...
                                         
                                         Oh, you're being too modest.
                                         
                                         When a robin is eating its own weight in worms,
                                         
                                         if the last worm that made up its own weight in worms
                                         
                                         was the one that made it be sick,
                                         
                                         it's already digested the beginning of its own weight in worms,
                                         
                                         so what comes up is not quite its own weight in worms,
                                         
    
                                         but what it's eaten is its own weight in worms.
                                         
                                         Well, I only have one more question.
                                         
                                         Does the robin weigh himself first so he knows when to stop?
                                         
                                         Well, as you know, on robin scales, the weight is actually expressed in worms.
                                         
                                         Ah, of course it is.
                                         
                                         Oh, I've lost a worm.
                                         
                                         Put on half a worm.
                                         
                                         How embarrassing.
                                         
    
                                         Got to lay off the worms.
                                         
                                         I've still got my Christmas worms on and it's marked.
                                         
                                         They go to worm watchers.
                                         
                                         Some male parrots like to vomit into the mouths of female parrots
                                         
                                         after snogging them.
                                         
                                         John.
                                         
                                         Yeah, maybe. I mean, mother birds vomit into the mouths of baby birds, so after snogging them. John? Yeah, maybe.
                                         
                                         I mean, mother birds vomit into the mouths of baby birds,
                                         
    
                                         so maybe parrots do it as well.
                                         
                                         It is absolutely true. They do.
                                         
                                         Yes.
                                         
                                         White-fronted parrots kiss mouth to mouth, even using tongues,
                                         
                                         and when the male parrot becomes sufficiently aroused,
                                         
                                         he vomits into the female's mouth.
                                         
                                         It's like a night out in Sunderland, isn't it?
                                         
                                         Back to the vomit.
                                         
    
                                         Herons carry rudimentary sick bags when flying.
                                         
                                         Ostriches' feet smell of vomit,
                                         
                                         and kestrels often puke on sheep because kestrels are naughty.
                                         
                                         Thank you, Alex.
                                         
                                         And at the end of that round alex you've managed to smuggle two truths past the rest of the panel which are that saint kevin is the patron saint of blackbirds
                                         
                                         and the second truth is that frigate birds often feed by chasing other birds until they vomit
                                         
                                         and then catching the disgorged food in midair.
                                         
                                         Which means, Alex, that you've scored two points.
                                         
    
                                         Thank you, David. Thank you for my points.
                                         
                                         The remains of birds hit by aeroplanes are known as snarge
                                         
                                         and a few days later as in-flight chicken.
                                         
                                         Okay, we turn now to Lucy Beaumont. As you know, by BBC law, we have to have one on every show,
                                         
                                         so please welcome this week's northerner. Lucy, your subject is witches. Women thought to have
                                         
                                         evil magic powers, popularly depicted wearing black cloaks, pointed hats,
                                         
                                         and flying on a broomstick.
                                         
                                         Off you go, Lucy.
                                         
    
                                         It wasn't made legal to be a witch until 1940 in the US
                                         
                                         and 1951 here in Britain.
                                         
                                         As one practising witch said in 1943,
                                         
                                         you'll let me vote for a government,
                                         
                                         but you won't let me boil an eye of a new in a tin pot.
                                         
                                         Alex, I'm going to say that one of those laws is... let me vote for a government, but you won't let me boil an eye of a new in a tin pot. Alex.
                                         
                                         I'm going to say that one of those laws
                                         
                                         is, I think, legal
                                         
    
                                         to be a witch in America. I'm afraid
                                         
                                         that's not true. You sure? I'm sure.
                                         
                                         It has always been legal to be a
                                         
                                         witch in the United States of America. So I was
                                         
                                         massively wrong. Yeah. I think it was
                                         
                                         frowned upon. So the Salem Witch Trials
                                         
                                         were really trying it on then? Well, that
                                         
                                         was obviously before the institution of the United States. That under i don't know some sort of scheme to help
                                         
    
                                         to help future playwrights find allegories
                                         
                                         lucy according to which magazine
                                         
                                         it's now illegal in this country
                                         
                                         for witches to smoke cigarettes on their broomsticks
                                         
                                         when there's a passenger child witch.
                                         
                                         Or twitch, as they're known on board.
                                         
                                         Jack?
                                         
                                         I'm going to stick my neck out here
                                         
    
                                         and suggest that a child witch is referred to as a twitch.
                                         
                                         They're not.
                                         
                                         No.
                                         
                                         No.
                                         
                                         I made that up. Yeah, well, you fooled me. They're not. No. No. I made that up.
                                         
                                         Yeah, well, you fooled me.
                                         
                                         I know, I know.
                                         
                                         Yeah.
                                         
    
                                         BFT, or broomstick flight technology to me and you...
                                         
                                         I made that up.
                                         
                                         LAUGHTER
                                         
                                        ..has greatly improved.
                                         
                                         In Denmark, witches were once said to burn rags before flying,
                                         
                                         which has probably led to the puff of smoke
                                         
                                         we always associate with witches.
                                         
                                         John? Burning rags before flying in Denmark?
                                         
    
                                         No. Oh.
                                         
                                         Did you make that up as well?
                                         
                                         I'm doing really well, aren't I? Yeah.
                                         
                                         Many witches now like to achieve this puff of smoke
                                         
                                         with Richmond Super Kim menthols.
                                         
                                         I made that up.
                                         
                                         In the olden days, witches would strip naked
                                         
                                         and cover themselves with a special fly anointment.
                                         
    
                                         Alex.
                                         
                                         She hasn't said that she's made that up.
                                         
                                         So I think in the olden days,
                                         
                                         they used to rub themselves when they were naked to help them fly more.
                                         
                                         That's very well spotted.
                                         
                                         You've spotted that Lucy didn't say that she made that up.
                                         
                                         And that's true. Well done.
                                         
                                         This is detailed in Griot de Guivry's book,
                                         
    
                                         Witchcraft, Magic and Alchemy,
                                         
                                         witches would strip naked and cover themselves in a special flying ointment.
                                         
                                         I'm not going to say
                                         
                                         I'm a midget anymore.
                                         
                                         Other differences are their preferred take-off
                                         
                                         route, which used to be up the chimney,
                                         
                                         whilst in recent times there have been reports
                                         
                                         of witches who preferred French
                                         
    
                                         windows, decking, or a nice cul-de-sac
                                         
                                         to take off from.
                                         
                                         In Germany, there is still the tradition
                                         
                                         of keeping black cats indoors on
                                         
                                         Christmas Day, and on Christmas Eve in Norway, they hide their household brooms for fear a witch would steal it.
                                         
                                         Jack?
                                         
                                         I think the Norway Christmas brooms, they hide them in case a witch steals it.
                                         
                                         That's just a guess.
                                         
    
                                         You're absolutely right. They do.
                                         
                                         Thank you.
                                         
                                         Amazing to think that once upon a time witches were sentenced to death for such
                                         
                                         things as turning a cow into a pig or their daughter into a pony matthew hopkins the famous
                                         
                                         17th century witch finder general had a curse placed upon him by one of his victims who decreed
                                         
                                         that all his female descendants would themselves be witches.
                                         
                                         Earlier this year, his distant relative, Katie Hopkins... LAUGHTER
                                         
                                        ..announced that she had been told she was elected Queen Witch,
                                         
    
                                         but later found out it to be a spelling mistake.
                                         
                                         John.
                                         
                                         Matthew Hopkins being cursed?
                                         
                                         No.
                                         
                                         No, Matthew Hopkins wasn't cursed.
                                         
                                         Although he was a nasty piece of work.
                                         
                                         And that's the end of Lucy's lecture.
                                         
                                         And at the end of that round, Lucy,
                                         
    
                                         you've managed to smuggle three truths
                                         
                                         past the rest of the panel,
                                         
                                         which are that in Britain,
                                         
                                         it wasn't made legal to be a witch
                                         
                                         until 1951 the second truth is that which is preferred takeoff route was up the chimney
                                         
                                         we know this also from grillo de givre who writes as the broom handle was the steed so was the
                                         
                                         chimney the natural path by which its frequenters set off for the sabbath
                                         
                                         so just to be clear you are claiming it as a truth that the witch's preferred takeoff route
                                         
    
                                         was up the chimney you're saying that's what used to happen well i mean
                                         
                                         no i'm not really saying witches did that, but I'm saying witches were said to do that.
                                         
                                         I know, I was just being funny.
                                         
                                         Well, I don't like it.
                                         
                                         It was my first experiment with it this evening.
                                         
                                         It will cease.
                                         
                                         And the third truth is that witches were sentenced to death
                                         
                                         for such things as turning their daughter into a pony.
                                         
    
                                         This is the specific case in 1727 of Janet Horne from the highland town of Dornock,
                                         
                                         was burnt to death in a barrel filled with flaming tar after being convicted of turning
                                         
                                         her daughter into a pony and riding her to a witch's coven. Janet Horne was the last person
                                         
                                         to be executed for witchcraft in the British Isles and is the subject of the song Am I Evil by heavy metal band Diamond Head.
                                         
                                         I'm sure she would have been pleased.
                                         
                                         If I just hope some art comes of this, she would have screamed.
                                         
                                         And that means, Lucy, that you've scored three points.
                                         
                                         Next up is John Finnemore.
                                         
    
                                         John, your subject is the pub, or public house,
                                         
                                         a building with a bar and one or more public rooms
                                         
                                         licensed for the sale and consumption of alcohol.
                                         
                                         Off you go, John.
                                         
                                         Every single pub in Britain has its own traditions and contests.
                                         
                                         In September, the Oaks Pub in Ramsbottom, Lancashire, holds
                                         
                                         the World Black Pudding Throwing Competition.
                                         
                                         Every Easter Monday, the Ring of
                                         
    
                                         Bells in Kinross hosts a game
                                         
                                         called Spoon Cockalorum,
                                         
                                         in which silver spoons are hidden all
                                         
                                         over the grounds, and the village child who
                                         
                                         finds the most is rewarded with a
                                         
                                         sugar mouse, or, before 1955,
                                         
                                         a mouse.
                                         
                                         Jack? I think the black pudding thing is true oh yeah i think that's true i think it's true now i think the other one i think they should go for the other one
                                         
    
                                         it is true jack and authenticated by john's oh
                                         
                                         yes uh around 2 000 people took to the pub
                                         
                                         for last year's World Black Pudding Throwing Championship,
                                         
                                         which involved competitors throwing black puddings
                                         
                                         in an attempt to dislodge giant Yorkshire puddings
                                         
                                         from a 20-foot-high plinth.
                                         
                                         And all funds raised are distributed to charities in the borough.
                                         
                                         It might be absolutely idiotic.
                                         
    
                                         Why can't these people just give money to charity?
                                         
                                         This next paragraph about pub codes is all true.
                                         
                                         In Wales, placing your glass upside down on the bar means same again,
                                         
                                         whilst in Australia it means you are declaring
                                         
                                         you can fight every man in the bar and win.
                                         
                                         Lucy?
                                         
                                         Putting a glass upside down in Wales in a pub means...
                                         
                                         Same again.
                                         
    
                                         Same again.
                                         
                                         It doesn't.
                                         
                                         No.
                                         
                                         Never mind.
                                         
                                         No.
                                         
                                         You probably have to say...
                                         
                                         Same again.
                                         
                                         Same again.
                                         
    
                                         You started the paragraph with everything in this paragraph is true.
                                         
                                         So far...
                                         
                                         What John said was this next paragraph about pub codes is all true.
                                         
                                         Oh, I remember what the game is yeah got it
                                         
                                         ignore me sorry about that yeah i remember i you know it's because of what i like you i never know
                                         
                                         which one i'm watching or or playing yeah a trick is if you can see it it's would i like you i know
                                         
                                         but on this occasion on this, you can see it,
                                         
                                         but it isn't.
                                         
    
                                         I know.
                                         
                                         For listeners at home,
                                         
                                         Alex can see this.
                                         
                                         I'm really sorry.
                                         
                                         But do remember, Alex,
                                         
                                         you can always get me on deviation.
                                         
                                         Sorry about that. Or indeed,
                                         
                                         any employee of the corporation.
                                         
    
                                         In 1695,
                                         
                                         the Linnet Inn in Malmesbury
                                         
                                         used a live linnet in a cage
                                         
                                         as its sign.
                                         
                                         Lucy. Yes, true. No.
                                         
                                         Oh. No.
                                         
                                         Sorry, I was saying the life expectancy would be too short.
                                         
                                         They'd have to keep replacing it. I mean, how short
                                         
    
                                         is the life expectancy? Eight years. Well, I would say that's expectancy would be too short. They'd have to keep replacing it. I mean, how short is the life expectancy?
                                         
                                         Eight years.
                                         
                                         Well, I would say that's workable.
                                         
                                         My specialist subject is limits.
                                         
                                         If they live eight years,
                                         
                                         you have to replace a thatched roof more often than that.
                                         
                                         It's totally workable.
                                         
                                         The fact that it hasn't happened
                                         
    
                                         doesn't take away from the fact
                                         
                                         that it's a bloody good scheme.
                                         
                                         I'd go and have a drink in a pub
                                         
                                         with an adorable live red bird
                                         
                                         captured in a box outside.
                                         
                                         Who wouldn't?
                                         
                                         But you wouldn't want to go to the king's head on that one.
                                         
                                         I'd go to the king's head if it said good morning to me
                                         
    
                                         in a sort of weird, lugubrious, disembodied way.
                                         
                                         Hello.
                                         
                                         Try the guest ale.
                                         
                                         Resenting the increased trade this brought in the cat and fiddle pub over the road
                                         
                                         replaced their sign with a cage containing
                                         
                                         the very annoyed pub cat and a violin
                                         
                                         The linnet responded
                                         
                                         by changing its name and sign
                                         
    
                                         to the 14 owls
                                         
                                         And so the one-upmanship continued
                                         
                                         until 1703 when the barmaid of what was at the time the Lion
                                         
                                         was killed whilst visiting their rivals by a tiger.
                                         
                                         In 2008, a lorry mistakenly delivered 2,000 pints of lager
                                         
                                         to Windsor Castle instead of to a pub called The Windsor Castle.
                                         
                                         Jack?
                                         
                                         I think that might be true.
                                         
    
                                         It is true.
                                         
                                         Yeah, yeah.
                                         
                                         Yeah.
                                         
                                         Yes, the 12 barrels of lager were turned away by royal staff
                                         
                                         but eventually made it to its namesake in Maidenhead
                                         
                                         with police assistance.
                                         
                                         And in 2011, the Daily Express reported the existence
                                         
                                         of a fully equipped secret pub in the wine cellars of Windsor Castle
                                         
    
                                         named the Corgy's Head,
                                         
                                         in which the Duke
                                         
                                         of Edinburgh finally gets to live out his life as a pub landlord, as nature so obviously
                                         
                                         intended.
                                         
                                         Perhaps the most beloved pub name of them all is named after the cry that goes up in
                                         
                                         Kinross the morning after a game of Spoons Cockalorum.
                                         
                                         Where the spoons?
                                         
                                         Or, as we know it today,
                                         
    
                                         where are the spoons?
                                         
                                         Thank you, John.
                                         
                                         And at the end of that round, John,
                                         
                                         you've managed to smuggle two truths past the rest of the panel,
                                         
                                         which are that placing your glass upside down
                                         
                                         on the bar in Australia
                                         
                                         means you're declaring you can fight
                                         
                                         every man in the bar and win.
                                         
    
                                         In some Australian
                                         
                                         pubs, that is. And the second truth is that in 1703, the barmaid of a pub called The Lion was
                                         
                                         killed by a tiger. This was Hannah Twinoy. She was the first person in Britain to be killed by a tiger.
                                         
                                         She worked as a barmaid at the white lion
                                         
                                         inn where there was an exhibition of wild beasts including a fierce tiger that she took to teasing
                                         
                                         despite repeated warnings from its keeper one day whilst enraged the tiger escaped caught hold of
                                         
                                         her gown and tore her to pieces it's just one of those accidents that no one could predict one of
                                         
                                         those yeah it's from the blue that's blue and that means john you've scored two points
                                         
    
                                         yes in an australian pub putting your glass upside down on the counter means you think you
                                         
                                         can fight against everyone in the pub and win as just putting your glass the right way up
                                         
                                         and just sitting there next up is jack d, your subject is shoes. Articles worn on each foot,
                                         
                                         usually over socks. Off you go, Jack. The very long pointy shoes of the 12th and 13th century,
                                         
                                         known as chaussettes, that curl upwards at the toe, got their shape because people in those days
                                         
                                         had very long pointy feet that curled up at the toe the first recorded shoe shop in london was opened
                                         
                                         in 1781 by an austrian named kranich venkel venkel also invented the stupid clunky metal
                                         
                                         contraption that shoe shop assistants pretend to measure your feet with john is that when and by whom the first shoe shop was opened no the device is still
                                         
    
                                         known as a cranic but when that breaks john is the device known as a cranic uh no
                                         
                                         no it's okay it's known as a brannock oh you have to really know the name not just what it rhymed
                                         
                                         with learn your shoe measuring technology before you come on this show.
                                         
                                         That's what I always say.
                                         
                                         Number one piece of advice.
                                         
                                         How are shoes measured? What's it called?
                                         
                                         It will come up.
                                         
                                         But when that breaks, they can always revert to the old way of measuring
                                         
    
                                         as each shoe size still increases by the length of one barleycorn.
                                         
                                         John.
                                         
                                         Right, I'm just buzzer happy.
                                         
                                         That one.
                                         
                                         Barleycorn.
                                         
                                         Yes.
                                         
                                         You're right.
                                         
                                         I mean, if you buzz every time, Jack opens his mouth eventually.
                                         
    
                                         No, you're very much taking the Field Marshal Hague approach to winning points.
                                         
                                         My little buzzer's going up the hill.
                                         
                                         Just keep sending the buzzes in.
                                         
                                         We've got an infinite number of buzzes.
                                         
                                         The northern factories are full of buzzes.
                                         
                                         Send them over.
                                         
                                         It's one more tin of bully beef we'll save.
                                         
                                         Although, actually, the General's reputation
                                         
    
                                         has in many ways been reclaimed of late.
                                         
                                         Saved myself a letter.
                                         
                                         UK shoe sizes are still based
                                         
                                         on the ancient measurements
                                         
                                         of hands and barleycorns.
                                         
                                         A hand equates to four inches
                                         
                                         and a barleycorn is one third of an inch,
                                         
                                         making 12 barleycorns equal to one hand.
                                         
    
                                         Yes, the largest crannock in the world
                                         
                                         is in the United States
                                         
                                         and was used to measure
                                         
                                         the Statue of Liberty, who wears size size 879 but will sometimes go up a size and just wear thicker socks
                                         
                                         john well as you know i buzz for everything jack says yeah and i think maybe you could work out
                                         
                                         how big the statue of liberty's book would be and say it's whatever he said you've got your
                                         
                                         infantry and your artillery working together now, John. That's much nicer.
                                         
                                         That's absolutely true.
                                         
    
                                         The Statue of Liberty wears sighter 879.
                                         
                                         Well done.
                                         
                                         The town of Burton-upon-Trent now has its own perfume,
                                         
                                         Eau de Burton,
                                         
                                         with hints of marmite, Branston pickle, beer and leather boots.
                                         
                                         John, that sounds like the sort of PR stunt that a town would do.
                                         
                                         It is the sort of PR stunt that a town would do.
                                         
                                         A pair of shoes has been invented that vacuums the floor
                                         
    
                                         as you walk around the house.
                                         
                                         It's called a shoover.
                                         
                                         Lucy.
                                         
                                         A pair of shoes has been...
                                         
                                         Oh, no, not that vacuums the floor.
                                         
                                         I've got some slippers that polish the floor,
                                         
                                         but that's not what you said.
                                         
                                         They don't really...
                                         
    
                                         They do.
                                         
                                         Shiny floors.
                                         
                                         No, obviously it's not going to polish a carpet.
                                         
                                         That would be a disaster.
                                         
                                         I don't know how you'd polish a carpet maybe if you had sort of shoes like irons well i do have a steam cleaner that
                                         
                                         sort of polishes and cleans the carpet as well how well does it serve as footwear
                                         
                                         because it's really the dual purpose of you know cleaning and serving as footwear that
                                         
                                         that we're looking for you could stand on it and someone could push you.
                                         
    
                                         Well, that's a vehicle.
                                         
                                         That's not an item of clothing.
                                         
                                         That'd be like calling a car a shoe.
                                         
                                         A huge petrol-driven shoe you can sit in.
                                         
                                         Well, maybe it is, yeah.
                                         
                                         It's like that old woman who lived in a shoe.
                                         
                                         She didn't live in a shoe, she lived in a house that was shoe-shaped.
                                         
                                         What, she couldn't live in a shoe? A woman can't live in a shoe. She didn't live in a shoe. She lived in a house that was shoe-shaped. Well, she couldn't
                                         
    
                                         live in a shoe. A woman can't live in a shoe.
                                         
                                         What is the creature that would be shod
                                         
                                         by such a huge object?
                                         
                                         Well, that's why it's such a good story. That's why it's so remarkable.
                                         
                                         Without the giant going,
                                         
                                         where's my shoe? You filled it with knick-knacks.
                                         
                                         Then the story is nothing.
                                         
                                         You've put a window right
                                         
    
                                         where my ankle is, and now it'll be drafty.
                                         
                                         Get out, you cow. You've put a window right where my ankle is, and now it'll be drafty. Get out, you cow.
                                         
                                         You've put a chaise longue right down at the toe.
                                         
                                         None of that in the story.
                                         
                                         She just lives in a shoe, but it serves as a house.
                                         
                                         Is this the same old woman?
                                         
                                         She's got a garden, if I remember rightly.
                                         
                                         Shoes don't have a garden.
                                         
    
                                         Alex, you fucks, are're trying to shut me up.
                                         
                                         Well, have you rescinded your shoe-ver claim?
                                         
                                         Are you buzzing for shoe-ver?
                                         
                                         You buzzed, so you might as well stick with it.
                                         
                                         You lose a point anyway.
                                         
                                         Because the thing is, Lucy,
                                         
                                         you're retreating so fast at the moment of victory
                                         
                                         because there is a shoe-ver.
                                         
    
                                         It is a thing. not just your polishing slippers
                                         
                                         but actual Vacuum shoes called the shoover do exist. I knew it I knew it
                                         
                                         Each soul has a tiny
                                         
                                         Rechargeable vacuum in the base that collects dust as you walk,
                                         
                                         which makers Electrolux claim is perfect for people with busy lifestyles.
                                         
                                         Shoe designer Jimmy Choo changed his name from Shoe to Chew
                                         
                                         when he was an art student,
                                         
                                         as he didn't then realise what he'd become famous for.
                                         
    
                                         So that was a chit idea, wasn't it?
                                         
                                         Thank you, Jack.
                                         
                                         At the end of that round, Jack,
                                         
                                         I'm afraid you've smuggled no truths past the rest of the panel.
                                         
                                         It was the scattergun approach from Finnemore.
                                         
                                         He's now back up to minus 27.
                                         
                                         So I'm not that bothered.
                                         
                                         No, it's absolutely...
                                         
    
                                         Attritionally, you have destroyed Finnemore.
                                         
                                         Which means that you've scored, however, no points.
                                         
                                         When the TV series Sex in the City was broadcast in Dubai,
                                         
                                         the zealously puritanical authorities
                                         
                                         changed its title to Shoes in the City,
                                         
                                         which narrowly got the nod over the other suggestion,
                                         
                                         Take 40 lashes, you unmarried whores.
                                         
                                         Which brings us to the final scores.
                                         
    
                                         In fourth place, with minus two points,
                                         
                                         we have Lucy Beaumont.
                                         
                                         In third place, with minus one point,
                                         
                                         it's John Finnemore.
                                         
                                         In second place, with one point,
                                         
                                         it's Alex Horne. And in first place, with one point, it's Alex Horne.
                                         
                                         And in first place, with an unassailable two points,
                                         
                                         is this week's winner, Jack Dee.
                                         
    
                                         That's about it for this week. Goodbye.
                                         
                                         The Unbelievable Truth was devised by John Natesmith and Graham Garden and featured David Mitchell in the chair,
                                         
                                         with panellists John Finnemore, Lucy Beaumont, Alex Horne, and Jack Dee.
                                         
                                         The chairman's script was written by Dan Gaster and Colin Swash,
                                         
                                         and the producer was John Naismith.
                                         
                                         It was a random production for BBC Radio 4.
                                         
