The Unbelievable Truth - 16x05 Funerals, British aristocracy, Nudity, Rubber
Episode Date: February 18, 202216x05 2 May 2016 Jon Richardson, Henning Wehn, Susan Calman, Jack Dee Funerals, British aristocracy, Nudity, Rubber...
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                                         We present The Unbelievable Truth, the panel game built on truth and lies.
                                         
                                         In the chair, please welcome David Mitchell.
                                         
                                         Hello and welcome to The Unbelievable Truth. built on truth and lies. In the chair, please welcome David Mitchell.
                                         
                                         Hello and welcome to The Unbelievable Truth,
                                         
                                         the panel show about incredible truth and fairly credible lies.
                                         
                                         I'm David Mitchell.
                                         
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                                         Please welcome Henning Vane, Susan
                                         
                                         Calman, John Richardson and
                                         
                                         Jack D.
                                         
                                         The rules are as follows.
                                         
                                         Each panelist will present a short lecture
                                         
                                         that should be entirely false, save for five
                                         
                                         hidden truths which their opponents should
                                         
    
                                         try to identify. 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 John Richardson. Due to Jack D's presence on the show tonight,
                                         
                                         John is playing the part of cheerful and upbeat comedian. Nevertheless, John, your subject is
                                         
                                         funerals, religious ceremonies held in connection
                                         
                                         with the burial or cremation of the dead.
                                         
                                         Off you go, John. Fingers on buzzers, the rest of you.
                                         
    
                                         Fun has always been an essential part of the funeral make-up.
                                         
                                         When Hugh Hefner dies, he is requested that all guests at his service
                                         
                                         carry a condom to protect against funereal diseases.
                                         
                                         In ancient Rome, a jester was hired to walk
                                         
                                         behind the coffin doing impressions of the deceased
                                         
                                         to lighten the mood.
                                         
                                         Susan? I think that jesters
                                         
                                         were hired to do impersonations of
                                         
    
                                         dead people to lighten the mood.
                                         
                                         You're absolutely right.
                                         
                                         That was the case in Roman times.
                                         
                                         Yes.
                                         
                                         In Roman times, a chief buffoon
                                         
                                         or jester would accompany the funeral procession,
                                         
                                         imitating the gait, actions and gestures of the deceased person.
                                         
                                         In modern times, Jimmy Carr offers a similar service.
                                         
    
                                         Ten withering one-liners about the recently deceased
                                         
                                         for £500 plus VAT.
                                         
                                         Although the US has had drive-through funeral parlours for years,
                                         
                                         this year it opened the world's first webcamatorium
                                         
                                         so that mourners can pay their respects online
                                         
                                         without having to travel.
                                         
                                         Susan.
                                         
                                         Drive-through funerals is something America has, I suspect.
                                         
    
                                         You're absolutely right.
                                         
                                         I should say drive-through funeral parlours.
                                         
                                         Parlours.
                                         
                                         Although I suppose you could drive through a funeral.
                                         
                                         Pick up a couple of mourners on the bonnet.
                                         
                                         They've existed in the US for some time.
                                         
                                         The first was Thornton's Mortuary in Atlanta, Georgia,
                                         
                                         and that opened in 1968.
                                         
    
                                         I buzzed as well, because I think the webcam thing was true.
                                         
                                         That was not true.
                                         
                                         Oh, no.
                                         
                                         I'm sorry.
                                         
                                         Well, it's just as well you didn't see me buzz then,
                                         
                                         isn't it?
                                         
                                         Yeah, yeah.
                                         
                                         So many people were misdiagnosed
                                         
    
                                         as having died in the Middle Ages
                                         
                                         that everyone was given two funerals
                                         
                                         two weeks apart, with the first
                                         
                                         being simply a practice.
                                         
                                         The word rehearsal comes from the process
                                         
                                         of putting the body back in the hearse.
                                         
                                         Those deemed to have returned from the dead were forbidden to eat meat or have sex,
                                         
                                         which is why I now refer to my 20s as my decade from the dead.
                                         
    
                                         Susan.
                                         
                                         Okay. Susan. OK. What I know is that there were situations
                                         
                                         where people died but hadn't died,
                                         
                                         so I think the bit that's true, if any of it is true,
                                         
                                         is the bit about when they come back to life,
                                         
                                         they're not allowed to have sex and eat meat.
                                         
                                         You are correct.
                                         
                                         Oh!
                                         
    
                                         Yeah.
                                         
                                         Yes.
                                         
                                         Yes, during the Middle Ages,
                                         
                                         because it was not always possible to confirm
                                         
                                         with 100% certainty that someone was dead,
                                         
                                         it was agreed that anyone who recovered
                                         
                                         after receiving the final sacrament
                                         
                                         was not permitted to eat meat, have sex, or walk barefoot.
                                         
    
                                         Henry I had seven funerals in seven days,
                                         
                                         one each for his body, his brain, his clothes,
                                         
                                         his jewellery, his heart,
                                         
                                         his shoes, and finally his pets. When King John's coffin was laid in the church, his body exploded,
                                         
                                         but nobody said anything for fear of being punished. Body liquefaction is now a huge trend in Florida and sees the deceased dissolved in a chemical solution and flushed back into the
                                         
                                         water system. There is now thought to be a stronger concentration
                                         
                                         of spirits in tonic water than in gin.
                                         
                                         Susan.
                                         
    
                                         Okay, so he had a funeral for his pet,
                                         
                                         or he exploded, or...
                                         
                                         Okay, so I think it's...
                                         
                                         Oh, sh...
                                         
                                         Okay, I'm going to go for the fact, because they're American
                                         
                                         and they're slightly strange,
                                         
                                         that they flush people back into the system again.
                                         
                                         No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
                                         
    
                                         Yeah, I'll go for that one.
                                         
                                         This is all stuff, Susan,
                                         
                                         that ideally should happen silently in your head before you...
                                         
                                         I think that in Florida,
                                         
                                         they flush you back into the environment so you're at one with the world.
                                         
                                         You're right, they do.
                                         
                                         Resomation units are an environmentally friendly alternative
                                         
                                         to burial or cremation.
                                         
    
                                         The body is submerged in a solution of water and potassium hydroxide
                                         
                                         and heated to
                                         
                                         180 degrees centigrade for three hours
                                         
                                         leaving a green brown
                                         
                                         liquid that can be sprinkled
                                         
                                         on a memorial garden
                                         
                                         or simply put back into the
                                         
                                         sewage system. Whatever you
                                         
    
                                         think is most respectful.
                                         
                                         Yes, this is
                                         
                                         the latest thing in Florida,
                                         
                                         and the units are actually made in Glasgow.
                                         
                                         That's a nice Scottish business success story.
                                         
                                         The company in Wigan will bake a pastry coffin lid
                                         
                                         for any local resident who died loving pies.
                                         
                                         And a company in Milton Keynes was so concerned
                                         
    
                                         that there might not be a more depressing place
                                         
                                         to be buried on earth...
                                         
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                                        ..that they now hire out butterflies to be released at funerals
                                         
                                         to provide some colour.
                                         
                                         And, Jack, do you wish to stand by your buzz?
                                         
                                         Yes, why not? Why not? Yes, I will.
                                         
                                         A wise choice, for that is true.
                                         
    
                                         Yeah.
                                         
                                         Yeah.
                                         
                                         Yeah, the company claim that butterflies released at funerals
                                         
                                         can be very therapeutic to the mourning process.
                                         
                                         Can you have moths, if you prefer?
                                         
                                         Or just a load of flies?
                                         
                                         And give out swats, just to make it fun.
                                         
                                         I think if, again, with enough notice,
                                         
    
                                         I don't think you even have to pay for that.
                                         
                                         And that's the end of John's lecture.
                                         
                                         And at the end of that round, John,
                                         
                                         I'm afraid you've managed to smuggle no truths
                                         
                                         past the rest of the panel,
                                         
                                         which means you've scored no points.
                                         
                                         On the day of Stalin's funeral,
                                         
                                         500 people were trampled to death in Moscow.
                                         
    
                                         Still, it's what he would have wanted.
                                         
                                         Britain's biggest burial ground at Brookwood in Surrey
                                         
                                         was once served by its own railway service from Waterloo,
                                         
                                         known as the Necropolis Railway.
                                         
                                         And even today, there's still a train that runs from Waterloo to Surrey
                                         
                                         that's full of lifeless corpses.
                                         
                                         It's the 1831 to Epsom.
                                         
                                         A Russian woman once died of a heart attack after waking and realising she was at her own funeral.
                                         
    
                                         So all's well that ends well.
                                         
                                         OK, we turn now to Henning Vane.
                                         
                                         Henning has already been dubbed funnier than Angela Merkel, if only to look at.
                                         
                                         Henning, your subject is the British aristocracy,
                                         
                                         typically comprising people of noble birth
                                         
                                         holding hereditary titles and offices.
                                         
                                         Off you go, Henning.
                                         
                                         I'm slightly out my depths talking about the concept of aristocracy,
                                         
    
                                         as in my native Germany there is no class divide.
                                         
                                         Instead, everyone is doing incredibly well.
                                         
                                         That's the first truth.
                                         
                                         I've told you not to self-blow in public.
                                         
                                         Those aristocratic German titles you will all remember,
                                         
                                         such as Barone and Kaiser and Großherzogel, Kurfürst and whatnot,
                                         
                                         were all destroyed, along with most of our infrastructure,
                                         
                                         by unprovoked foreign aggression.
                                         
    
                                         Henning, stop it.
                                         
                                         British aristocrats control everything,
                                         
                                         even their subject holidays.
                                         
                                         Thanks to the Duke of Rutland,
                                         
                                         one of the first ever package holidays was to sunny Leicestershire.
                                         
                                         Workers visited his castle,
                                         
                                         which he spelled B-E-L-V-O-I-R,
                                         
                                         but pronounced Otter.
                                         
    
                                         Susan.
                                         
                                         That sounds like something that he would have done to send his workers somewhere on holiday.
                                         
                                         The Rutland Package.
                                         
                                         The Rutland Package.
                                         
                                         Yes, that is absolutely true.
                                         
                                         One of the first excursions organised by Thomas Cook in 1848
                                         
                                         was a temperance society trip from Leicester to Beaver Castle,
                                         
                                         home to the Duke of Rutland.
                                         
    
                                         That was one of the first package holidays.
                                         
                                         However, the trip took a severe drubbing on TripAdvisor.
                                         
                                         After the workers didn't even have time
                                         
                                         to blow the steam off their cups of tea
                                         
                                         before the Duke made them do a cross-country run,
                                         
                                         a sport pioneered by aristocrats
                                         
                                         in order to bet on the outcome of their servants
                                         
                                         racing across their vast estates.
                                         
    
                                         Sorry to interrupt you, Henning.
                                         
                                         I mean, that's partly why we're here, isn't it?
                                         
                                         But I think there might have been some truth
                                         
                                         in inventing the cross-country run as a bet thing. That is true. Ah, good. Yes, yes. I think there might have been some truth in inventing the cross-country run as a bet thing.
                                         
                                         That is true.
                                         
                                         Ah, good.
                                         
                                         Yes, cross-country running existed informally in British public schools as early as the 16th century.
                                         
                                         And since these schools were only accessible to the aristocracy and the wealthy,
                                         
    
                                         once they'd returned to their estates,
                                         
                                         the habit of betting or wagering on their servants in cross-country races started to take
                                         
                                         hold. However the hare and hounds paper chases of the public schools were already based on the
                                         
                                         hunting activities of the aristocracy and to this day many athletics clubs still retain the word
                                         
                                         harriers or hare hunters in their name. Even today holidaying Brits like to keep their superiors in
                                         
                                         mind. When they get to Muggerloof they go to the king's arms or the queen's head to have a sandwich, which was invented by the Duke of
                                         
                                         Wellington, or a beef wellington invented by Lady Tuna Mayo. The term aristocracy is
                                         
                                         derived from the Greek aristocrraia, meaning... LAUGHTER
                                         
    
                                        ..meaning the rule of the best.
                                         
                                         This is not to be confused with meritocracy,
                                         
                                         which is rulership by privately educated people
                                         
                                         who tell you that it's all to do with their talent.
                                         
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                                         And in sharp contrast to democracy,
                                         
                                         which means the rule of the incompetent,
                                         
                                         usually followed by autocracy, meaning rule from Brussels, contrast to democracy, which means the rule of the incompetent.
                                         
    
                                         Usually followed by autocracy, meaning rule
                                         
                                         from Brussels or
                                         
                                         Berlin, depending on how ill-informed
                                         
                                         you are.
                                         
                                         John.
                                         
                                         I've had another think about this lady, Tuna Mayo.
                                         
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                                         LAUGHTER LAUGHTER LAUGHTER LAUGHTER LAUGHTER Ah, yes, that is right. The term aristocracy is derived from the Greek aristokratia,
                                         
                                         meaning the rule of the best.
                                         
                                         Don't touch me, all right?
                                         
                                         With great power comes the chance to be totally irresponsible.
                                         
                                         And each and every one of those aristos live up to it.
                                         
                                         Lord Baltimore was the governor of Maryland for 42 years
                                         
    
                                         without ever setting foot
                                         
                                         in America. Jesus has taken
                                         
                                         a similar approach to running planet
                                         
                                         Earth.
                                         
                                         Jack?
                                         
                                         I think that might be true about Lord Baltimore,
                                         
                                         is it? It is true, yes.
                                         
                                         Sometimes when the nobles do
                                         
    
                                         turn up, people wish they hadn't.
                                         
                                         Lord Cornbury, the governor of New York,
                                         
                                         delighted in dressing in women's clothing
                                         
                                         so he could jump out at his subjects from behind trees.
                                         
                                         And the worst part was it took him four hours to put on his make-up
                                         
                                         and he couldn't park a carriage for toffee.
                                         
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                                         Susan? I just want the opportunity to say Susan.
                                         
    
                                         I just want the opportunity to say that's a terrible thing to say about a woman, Henning.
                                         
                                         If I could drive, I would prove you...
                                         
                                         Well, in these days, you just can't tell the difference
                                         
                                         between the aristocracy and the lower classes,
                                         
                                         and that they're all unemployable,
                                         
                                         make virtually no tax contribution,
                                         
                                         have a taste for Burberry and shotguns,
                                         
                                         and don't need to consider if they
                                         
    
                                         can afford another child.
                                         
                                         Thank you, Henning.
                                         
                                         And at the end of that
                                         
                                         round, Henning, you've managed to smuggle
                                         
                                         one truth past the rest of the panel,
                                         
                                         which is that Lord Cornbury past the rest of the panel, which is
                                         
                                         that Lord Cornbury, the governor of New York, delighted in dressing in women's clothing.
                                         
                                         Cornbury is reported to have opened the 1702 New York Assembly wearing a hooped gown and an
                                         
    
                                         elaborate headdress and carrying a fan. When his choice of clothing was questioned, he replied,
                                         
                                         you are all very stupid people not to see the propriety of
                                         
                                         it all. In this place and occasion, I represent a woman, the queen, and in all respects, I ought
                                         
                                         to represent her as faithfully as I can. Lord Cornbury insisted on being addressed as his high
                                         
                                         mightiness, and according to biographers, enjoyed, quote, lurking behind trees to pounce, shrieking with laughter on his victims.
                                         
                                         And that means, Henning, you've scored one point.
                                         
                                         The 8th Earl of Bridgewater used to give lavish dinner parties for dogs.
                                         
                                         All his canine friends would be dressed in silk and satin and would dine off silver plates.
                                         
    
                                         And as a special treat, he'd sometimes throw a fabulous ball. All his canine friends would be dressed in silk and satin and would dine off silver plates.
                                         
                                         And as a special treat, he'd sometimes throw a fabulous ball.
                                         
                                         Next up is Susan Calman.
                                         
                                         Like a winter's day in Scotland, Susan is short, dark and often accompanied by a vicious wind.
                                         
                                         Susan, your subject... Susan, your subject is nudity,
                                         
                                         the state of wearing no clothes.
                                         
                                         Off you go, Susan.
                                         
                                         I have never been naked, even for a moment,
                                         
    
                                         even when under severe pressure to do so.
                                         
                                         Not like Queen Victoria,
                                         
                                         famed for the 50 years she spent in mourning,
                                         
                                         who was genuinely only happy when she disrobed.
                                         
                                         In fact, she used to spend hours
                                         
                                         wandering the grounds of Balmoral completely naked.
                                         
                                         Jack?
                                         
                                         Did she have 50 years in mourning, Victoria?
                                         
    
                                         No.
                                         
                                         How long did she have then?
                                         
                                         40.
                                         
                                         40? Was it just 40?
                                         
                                         Just the 40.
                                         
                                         Just the 40. So she wasn't? 40. 40, was it just 40? Just the 40. Just the 40.
                                         
                                         So she wasn't that bothered really, was she?
                                         
                                         But did she enjoy taking her kit off and walking about?
                                         
    
                                         Are you going to buzz?
                                         
                                         You have to buzz him.
                                         
                                         Yeah, go on then.
                                         
                                         No, of course she didn't.
                                         
                                         It's Queen Victoria.
                                         
                                         Incredibly, an incredibly proper...
                                         
                                         Are we talking about Queen Victoria?
                                         
                                         Yeah, incredibly proper lady.
                                         
    
                                         Yeah.
                                         
                                         Oh, yeah, no, sorry.
                                         
                                         Sorry.
                                         
                                         There are others, of course.
                                         
                                         Authors Enid Blyton, P.G. Woodhouse and Agatha Christie
                                         
                                         loved to prance around naked as the day they were born.
                                         
                                         John.
                                         
                                         Well, it's one of those ones, isn't it, in the list?
                                         
    
                                         Let's have that list again.
                                         
                                         Enid Blyton, P.G. Woodhouse and Agatha Christie.
                                         
                                         Blyton.
                                         
                                         Bang on!
                                         
                                         Yes.
                                         
                                         The biography of the author Ida Pollock,
                                         
                                         wife of Enid Blyton's ex-husband Hugh Pollock,
                                         
                                         describes all-day tennis parties featuring naked participants,
                                         
    
                                         including Blyton herself.
                                         
                                         I do a similar thing with darts.
                                         
                                         Angela Merkel insists on being naked in any sauna.
                                         
                                         Mind her!
                                         
                                         And Gerry Adams relaxes by trampolining naked with his dog.
                                         
                                         The dog is voiced by Martin Clunes.
                                         
                                         Henning.
                                         
                                         Well, Angela Merkel would go naked
                                         
    
                                         because everybody else would be naked.
                                         
                                         Angela Merkel insists on being naked
                                         
                                         in any sauna,
                                         
                                         mein herr.
                                         
                                         If you go to a sauna, for example,
                                         
                                         in the spa that I have been forced
                                         
                                         to visit on a romantic weekend,
                                         
                                         you're not allowed to go
                                         
    
                                         into the sauna naked.
                                         
                                         The only time I've been in a sauna I wore sort of swimming trunks.
                                         
                                         I was too shy. It's too hot.
                                         
                                         It is too hot.
                                         
                                         I wasn't worried I'd be cold without the sauna.
                                         
                                         It was that
                                         
                                         other people would be able to see my penis
                                         
                                         and testicles.
                                         
    
                                         It was that other people would be able to see my penis and testicles.
                                         
                                         So I imagine that's what Angela's worried about as well. Yeah.
                                         
                                         My.
                                         
                                         You'll be standing there with the begging bowl before you know it.
                                         
                                         Charles Earthquake Richter, Marie Glow-in-the-Dark
                                         
                                         Curie and Edwin Toil-and-Trouble
                                         
                                         Hubble changed the course of science
                                         
                                         but they all did so while naked,
                                         
    
                                         thus rendering their discoveries null
                                         
                                         and void in my view.
                                         
                                         Women in 18th century England who
                                         
                                         remarried but didn't want to carry their
                                         
                                         debts over to a new marriage would get
                                         
                                         married in the nude. In addition, if
                                         
                                         they stood outside the Houses of Parliament and disrobed, they would obtain an immediate audience with the chief whip.
                                         
                                         In Sweden, you can purchase a hat with enormous flaps that can be deployed to obtain a modicum
                                         
    
                                         of modesty in the event of an emergency, like a change of weather or seeing a nun.
                                         
                                         The US Patent Office has on file a design for boots with pockets
                                         
                                         for use by nudists.
                                         
                                         And in Denmark, cartons of orange juice are made to be unravelled
                                         
                                         so they can be fashioned into cardboard pants if the need arises.
                                         
                                         John?
                                         
                                         I think it's possible that there's a patent for boots with pockets in.
                                         
                                         And it is absolutely true.
                                         
    
                                         I've had enough i plan on standing for parliament under a no nudity banner i will use the banner to cover up anyone i see who is nude you are all very welcome thank you susan
                                         
                                         and at the end of that round sus, you've managed to smuggle three truths
                                         
                                         past the rest of the panel,
                                         
                                         which are that Jerry Adams relaxes
                                         
                                         by trampolining naked with his dog.
                                         
                                         The president of Sinn Féin once said
                                         
                                         of his passion for trampolining,
                                         
                                         I do it naked, I don't do it with great expertise,
                                         
    
                                         just the joy of it.
                                         
                                         The dog does it with me.
                                         
                                         It saves me taking him for a walk.
                                         
                                         We just go out and bounce for a while.
                                         
                                         The dog loves it.
                                         
                                         In fact, I once caught him doing it on his own.
                                         
                                         The second truth is that Charles Richter was an avid nudist
                                         
                                         and he went to nudist camps a lot
                                         
    
                                         and may well have been at one
                                         
                                         when the Richter scale was first introduced in 1939.
                                         
                                         And the third truth is that women in 18th century England
                                         
                                         who remarried but didn't want to carry their debts
                                         
                                         over to the new marriage would get married in the nude.
                                         
                                         Widowed women were seen as undesirable
                                         
                                         because they often came with their deceased husband's debts.
                                         
                                         Being married in the nude or in just their undergarments
                                         
    
                                         symbolized that they brought nothing to their new marriage,
                                         
                                         including debts, and that their new husband
                                         
                                         was therefore not liable for any of the late husband's
                                         
                                         financial obligations.
                                         
                                         And that means, Susan, you've scored three points.
                                         
                                         The US nude wedding industry is worth $440 million a year,
                                         
                                         much of it spent on dry-cleaning the chairs.
                                         
                                         Next up is Jack D.
                                         
    
                                         Your subject, Jack, is rubber,
                                         
                                         an elastic substance obtained from the sap of trees
                                         
                                         and used to make things such as tyres and Wellington boots.
                                         
                                         Off you go, Jack.
                                         
                                         Her Majesty the Queen keeps an inflatable crown in the bathroom.
                                         
                                         She obviously doesn't wear it herself, it's for her
                                         
                                         rubber duck. The name rubber
                                         
                                         was coined by J.B. Priestley,
                                         
    
                                         the 17th century scientist
                                         
                                         who invented oxygen.
                                         
                                         He was
                                         
                                         going to call his new discovery
                                         
                                         Bouncer, until his wife pointed
                                         
                                         out that people would confuse it with
                                         
                                         his dog, Bouncer.
                                         
                                         After also rejecting Fido, Bonzo and Rin Tin Tin as names for his new bouncy material,
                                         
    
                                         he noticed that it was quite rubbery, so he called it Rubber.
                                         
                                         Henny.
                                         
                                         The Queen's called Rubber Duck, doesn't she?
                                         
                                         Sorry, which programme was that on?
                                         
                                         Yes, she does. Yeah.
                                         
                                         A workman
                                         
                                         spotted the rubber duck when redecorating
                                         
                                         the Queen's bathroom. The decorator
                                         
    
                                         told the Sun newspaper it
                                         
                                         was wearing a comical inflatable crown.
                                         
                                         I nearly fell off my ladder
                                         
                                         when I saw it.
                                         
                                         But at least it shows the Queen has a good sense of humour.
                                         
                                         And she's German, after all.
                                         
                                         90% of the rubber in the world comes all the way from Indonesia,
                                         
                                         then twangs right back again.
                                         
    
                                         According to rubber enthusiasts,
                                         
                                         the pungent smell of the Welly boot has aphrodisiac powers and is now available as a bottled scent
                                         
                                         from Parisian perfumer Jean Gouton.
                                         
                                         Susan.
                                         
                                         I am going to say that rubber has an aphrodisiac smell.
                                         
                                         You're right.
                                         
                                         The Wellington boot is popular with rubber fetishists
                                         
                                         or rubberists, as they're known.
                                         
    
                                         And it's also right that it's available as a bottled scent
                                         
                                         from Parisian perfumer Jean Gouton.
                                         
                                         Pamela Aniston was known as Rubber Band at school
                                         
                                         because she kept getting dumped by postmen.
                                         
                                         The Bosco company of Akron, Ohio
                                         
                                         has marketed a collapsible
                                         
                                         rubber automobile driver.
                                         
                                         The idea is that when the car is parked
                                         
    
                                         the inflated dummy in the driver's seat
                                         
                                         will scare off potential thieves.
                                         
                                         However, it does tend to attract the police
                                         
                                         when you're bent over the seat, inflating it.
                                         
                                         Okay, so the reason I think that's true is that I know they created an inflatable passenger
                                         
                                         for women to have in the car if they were driving around
                                         
                                         to try and make it look like there was someone in your car
                                         
                                         if you were on your own,
                                         
    
                                         so logically someone might have done the same for a driver.
                                         
                                         And that's excellent logic, and that's absolutely right.
                                         
                                         have done the same for a driver.
                                         
                                         And that's excellent logic, and that's absolutely right.
                                         
                                         If you want to learn more about rubber,
                                         
                                         you should study books like Empires of Rubber by James Dunlop and Pardon My Latex by Evan Davies,
                                         
                                         or even A Toddler's Guide to the Rubber Industry.
                                         
                                         If you have a condom in your wallet,
                                         
    
                                         it will last about six weeks
                                         
                                         before it gets worn down by friction and breaks. It will last even longer if you leaveom in your wallet, it will last about six weeks before it gets worn down by friction and breaks.
                                         
                                         It will last even longer if you leave it in your wallet.
                                         
                                         LAUGHTER
                                         
                                         Susan.
                                         
                                         Sorry.
                                         
                                         The condom lasting in your wallet,
                                         
                                         does it last about six weeks before you should...?
                                         
    
                                         Years.
                                         
                                         Sorry.
                                         
                                         LAUGHTER Sorry, you were saying years, weren't you? you should say... Years. Sorry.
                                         
                                         Sorry, you were saying years, weren't you? I thought you were saying yes in an Australian accent.
                                         
                                         Years.
                                         
                                         The recommended maximum time for keeping
                                         
                                         a condom in a wallet is a month.
                                         
                                         Christ. I mean, ridiculous.
                                         
    
                                         Who are these?
                                         
                                         I know, they're...
                                         
                                         They're fine for decades. Who are these? I know there is.
                                         
                                         They're fine for decades.
                                         
                                         A 12-pack could be gone within a year.
                                         
                                         As long as the manufacturer hasn't changed logo more than twice.
                                         
                                         That's fine.
                                         
                                         I do confidently keep three, though, stapled together, just in case I have a very special one.
                                         
    
                                         Thank you, Jack.
                                         
                                         And at the end of that round, Jack,
                                         
                                         you've managed to smuggle two truths past the rest of the panel,
                                         
                                         which are that Pamela Anderson was known as Rubber Band at school.
                                         
                                         According to an interview she gave to Hello! magazine,
                                         
                                         Anderson was a very sporty youngster and her athleticism earned her the nickname Rubber Band at school. According to an interview she gave to Hello Magazine,
                                         
                                         Anderson was a very sporty youngster and her athleticism earned her the nickname Rubber Band.
                                         
                                         And the second truth is that there is a book
                                         
    
                                         called A Toddler's Guide to the Rubber Industry.
                                         
                                         It was published in 1947
                                         
                                         and is currently selling on Amazon for £9.95.
                                         
                                         Other genuine books with unlikely titles
                                         
                                         include Highlights in the History of Concrete,
                                         
                                         Cess Pools, a do-it-yourself guide,
                                         
                                         and Enjoy Your Pig.
                                         
                                         Which means, Jack, that you've scored two points.
                                         
    
                                         America's first condoms appeared in 1870
                                         
                                         and were made of vulcanised rubber.
                                         
                                         Thick and insensitive, men still chose to use them.
                                         
                                         LAUGHTER
                                         
                                         A size 10 pair of Hunter Wellington boots
                                         
                                         can be filled with a gallon of custard.
                                         
                                         It's as good a description of David Cameron as any.
                                         
                                         Which brings us to the final scores. In fourth place, with minus two points, we have Henning Vein.
                                         
    
                                         In third place, with plus two points, it's Jack Dee.
                                         
                                         In second place, with three points, it's John Richardson.
                                         
                                         And in first place with an unassailable six points,
                                         
                                         it's this week's winner, Susan Kalman.
                                         
                                         That's about it for this week. Goodbye.
                                         
                                         The Unbelievable Truth was devised by John Naismith and Graham Garden
                                         
                                         and featured David Mitchell in the chair
                                         
                                         with panellists Jack Dee, John Richardson, Susan Calman and Henning Veigh.
                                         
    
                                         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.
                                         
