The Unbelievable Truth - 29x03 Pubs, The postal service, Maps, Languages
Episode Date: June 12, 202329x03 12 June 2023 Alan Davies, Holly Walsh, Angela Barnes, Henning Wehn Pubs, The postal service, Maps, Languages...
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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,
                                         
                                         the panel show about incredible truths and barely credible lies.
                                         
                                         I'm David Mitchell.
                                         
                                         For our younger listeners, this show is basically like a podcast,
                                         
                                         the only difference being that we use an innovation
                                         
                                         yet to hit the podcasting world, editing.
                                         
    
                                         Please welcome Alan Davis, Holly Walsalsh Angela Barnes and Henning Vein
                                         
                                         Will present a lecture that should be entirely false say for five hidden truths
                                         
                                         Which their opponents should try to identify?
                                         
                                         Points are scored by truths that go unnoticed
                                         
                                         While other panelists can win points if they spot a truth or lose points if they mistake a lie for a truth.
                                         
                                         First up is Angela Barnes.
                                         
                                         Angela spent her hen night inside a nuclear bunker in Dundee.
                                         
                                         No surprise, it was bleak, damp and cold,
                                         
    
                                         so they were very relieved to get inside the bunker.
                                         
                                         Angela, your subject is language,
                                         
                                         a system of communication used by a particular country or community.
                                         
                                         Off you go, Angela. Fingers on buzzers, the rest of you.
                                         
                                         Spanish as a language doesn't actually exist.
                                         
                                         It is, in fact, the result of a worldwide collective
                                         
                                         auditory hallucination.
                                         
                                         And Italian isn't technically a language, it's merely a mood.
                                         
    
                                         LAUGHTER
                                         
                                         Alan. Is it true that Spanish as a language doesn't really exist?
                                         
                                         C.
                                         
                                         No, I think it does exist.
                                         
                                         I do remember they got quite criticised in some quarters,
                                         
                                         the Spanish football team,
                                         
                                         for not singing the national anthem before a game,
                                         
                                         and then it turned out that the national anthem before a game and then
                                         
    
                                         it turned out that their national anthem is instrumental.
                                         
                                         The concise Oxford English dictionary is the paramilitary wing of the language
                                         
                                         police and its powers include the means to indefinitely detain perpetrators that
                                         
                                         use words it considers obsolete. Words it considers obsolete include pencil case, bedspread,
                                         
                                         overhead projector, cassette player and Liz Truss.
                                         
                                         Holly. A word that's obsolete. I don't understand what that means.
                                         
                                         What they've done is, in the next edition of the Concise Dictionary,
                                         
                                         they've not included it. But some of those are two words.
                                         
    
                                         But the fact is that we know all the words indicates to me
                                         
                                         they're all still very much in the running.
                                         
                                         Yeah, but it's the concise dictionary. Do you see?
                                         
                                         Yeah.
                                         
                                         LAUGHTER
                                         
                                         OK, I'm going to go with bedspread.
                                         
                                         Be careful now, be careful.
                                         
                                         Sorry.
                                         
    
                                         Be careful.
                                         
                                         Somehow, you're saying bedspread has got glued
                                         
                                         to Henning saying be careful.
                                         
                                         It's going to be very difficult to separate.
                                         
                                         Is there any way that you could say bedspread
                                         
                                         without Henning saying be careful?
                                         
                                         To be fair, I'm not the person you have to...
                                         
                                         You'll only regret it.
                                         
    
                                         You'll only regret it.
                                         
                                         They're all words, I know.
                                         
                                         I've heard them all.
                                         
                                         I've heard them all. I've heard them all.
                                         
                                         Try it quickly now. Just try bedspread.
                                         
                                         Don't rush in.
                                         
                                         Bedspread.
                                         
                                         Bedspread. No, it's not bedspread.
                                         
    
                                         Yeah, yeah.
                                         
                                         I bet it was overhead projector, wasn't it?
                                         
                                         I bet it was overhead projector.
                                         
                                         There is a psychological condition called grammaphasia,
                                         
                                         whereby sufferers believe they are grammatical devices.
                                         
                                         For example, my ex-boyfriend thought he was an apostrophe,
                                         
                                         so I left him for being too possessive.
                                         
                                         The word boredom only came about in 1864
                                         
    
                                         to coincide with the first broadcast of Quote Unquote.
                                         
                                         The word emoji was coined in 1720
                                         
                                         when the finders of the Rosetta Stone turned it over
                                         
                                         to discover an etching of a turd with a face.
                                         
                                         Henning.
                                         
                                         Well, seeing until the 1860s, people all did proper work,
                                         
                                         so I guess boredom only got invented then.
                                         
                                         So you're saying boredom only came about in 1864?
                                         
    
                                         Yeah. Is that what you're saying is true?
                                         
                                         You're absolutely right.
                                         
                                         The word twerk has been in use since 1820,
                                         
                                         primarily by people from Yorkshire
                                         
                                         telling their other half where they're going in the morning.
                                         
                                         English doesn't have a word for rain,
                                         
                                         and in German there is no word for crisps.
                                         
                                         Henning.
                                         
    
                                         Well, there isn't really a word for crisps.
                                         
                                         Kartoffel chips, no?
                                         
                                         Yeah, but that's essentially the same thing, isn't it?
                                         
                                         No, yeah, OK, yeah, you can have that.
                                         
                                         Well, the thing is, there's a social stigma in Germany to eating them.
                                         
                                         You're like some Aspo if you eat them, so we never had any.
                                         
                                         Are you really German?
                                         
                                         The following words all owe their origin to the Greek god Pan.
                                         
    
                                         Pansy, because he's the god of garden flowers,
                                         
                                         Panic, because he liked to jump out and frighten people,
                                         
                                         and Panda, because he could only make love
                                         
                                         with the intervention of a zoologist.
                                         
                                         Holly. I believe the panic.
                                         
                                         You're right. Yes.
                                         
                                         Yes.
                                         
                                         Panic comes from the Greek word panikon, or pertaining to Pan,
                                         
    
                                         the god of woodlands and meadows,
                                         
                                         who it was believed was the source of mysterious sounds
                                         
                                         that caused contagious, groundless fear in crowds
                                         
                                         or in people in lonely spots
                                         
                                         Donald Trump
                                         
                                         In the Japanese dubbed version of the film the Terminator instead of saying hasta la vista baby Arnold Schwarzenegger says cheerio then love
                                         
                                         In Chile they have a word a chaplain ar meaning to arse about like Charlie Chaplin.
                                         
                                         And in Finland, a mist that is unusually cold with restricted vision
                                         
    
                                         is known as a re-smog.
                                         
                                         Every Victorian lady made daily use of the language of flowers.
                                         
                                         Meanings attributed to the various flowers include
                                         
                                         buttercup, I'm lying face down,
                                         
                                         Juniper, did you bite that woman?
                                         
                                         And Morning Glory, hello, big boy.
                                         
                                         Thank you, Angela.
                                         
                                         So, Angela, at the end of that round,
                                         
    
                                         you've managed to smuggle three truths past the rest of the panel,
                                         
                                         which are that the Oxford English Dictionary
                                         
                                         considers the word cassette player to be obsolete.
                                         
                                         It was dropped from the 12th edition
                                         
                                         of the Concise Oxford English Dictionary in 2011,
                                         
                                         when I'm pretty sure I was still using a cassette player,
                                         
                                         making way for such newfangled words as sexting, upcycle,
                                         
                                         noob, nurdle, mankini and jeggings. Past words dropped by the concise
                                         
    
                                         OED include video jockey, a person who introduces and plays music videos on television. Obsolete
                                         
                                         barely ten years after you started. The second truth is that the word twerk has been in use
                                         
                                         since 1820. Referred to a twisting, jerking movement or twitch,
                                         
                                         the verb twerking is believed to have emerged in 1848.
                                         
                                         The word was first spelled T-W-I-R-K,
                                         
                                         becoming T-W-E-R-K in 1901, just when Queen Victoria died.
                                         
                                         And the third truth is that in Chile they have a word,
                                         
                                         a chaplainarse, meaning to arse about, turn back,
                                         
    
                                         change direction in the manner of Charlie Chaplin
                                         
                                         And that means Angela you scored three points
                                         
                                         Penning your subject is maps
                                         
                                         diagrammatic representations of an area such as a city a country or a continent
                                         
                                         Showing its main features as they would appear if you looked at them from above.
                                         
                                         Off you go, Henning.
                                         
                                         The first physical map was a rudimentary sat-nav
                                         
                                         made by Jesus' stepdad, Joseph.
                                         
    
                                         He made it because maybe Jesus would continually ask
                                         
                                         on long family trips if they were nearly there yet.
                                         
                                         It was a trick question anyway.
                                         
                                         Being omnipresent, Jesus was already everywhere.
                                         
                                         LAUGHTER
                                         
                                         The first jigsaw puzzles were only of maps.
                                         
                                         Holly.
                                         
                                         Were maps made into jigsaws?
                                         
    
                                         Yes, they were. Yes, they were.
                                         
                                         APPLAUSE
                                         
                                         Yes, the first jigsaw puzzles were only of maps
                                         
                                         and invented in the late 18th century to teach children geography.
                                         
                                         They were invented by John Spilsbury, a London-based cartographer and engraver, in 1767. He called his puzzles dissected maps. I'm going to call them dissected maps again. I want that back
                                         
                                         in the concise OED.
                                         
                                         An early map from Flanders had scripted the edges, advising users not to go any further,
                                         
                                         lest they tumble from the face of God's green earthy,
                                         
    
                                         adding, removing this warning will invalidate your mappy.
                                         
                                         It was due to a medieval belief
                                         
                                         that every land animal had an equivalent in the sea.
                                         
                                         The mapmakers covered their drawings with sea serpents, sea dogs and sea pigs.
                                         
                                         It turns out they were only right about sea lions and sea horses,
                                         
                                         while sea monkeys turned out to be an expensive sachet of dirt
                                         
                                         that couldn't actually drive cars or play tennis.
                                         
                                         Angela.
                                         
    
                                         Did they think that there was an equivalent in the sea
                                         
                                         for every animal on the land?
                                         
                                         They did.
                                         
                                         Oh! Yeah.
                                         
                                         APPLAUSE
                                         
                                         Well done.
                                         
                                         Yes. Medieval beliefs,
                                         
                                         in fact, going back as far as the first century,
                                         
    
                                         held that every land animal had an equivalent
                                         
                                         or counterpart in the sea. What's
                                         
                                         a starfish on the land, then?
                                         
                                         Well, they weren't right.
                                         
                                         Because of this, ancient
                                         
                                         mapmakers would draw sea monsters on their
                                         
                                         maps to look like aquatic versions
                                         
                                         of familiar land
                                         
    
                                         animals such as sea serpents sea pigs and marine pig dogs to you know as a counterpart of the land
                                         
                                         pig dog maps have always been a source of deception in 1875 the royal navy erased 123
                                         
                                         islands from their charts because they didn't exist.
                                         
                                         All of them had been imagined by sex-starved men
                                         
                                         and included Fantasy Island, Love Island, Love Island After Sun...
                                         
                                         LAUGHTER
                                         
                                        ..Love Island Australia, Love Island Reunion
                                         
                                         and Dolly Parton's Islands In The Stream.
                                         
    
                                         Holly.
                                         
                                         I think that they deleted a few islands that didn't exist.
                                         
                                         They did. Well done.
                                         
                                         In 1875, the great ocean surveyor, Captain Sir Frederick Evans,
                                         
                                         applying a previously unseen rigour and new global positioning techniques,
                                         
                                         erased 123 non-existent islands
                                         
                                         from the Royal Navy's chart of the North Pacific.
                                         
                                         Today, these islands are still part of the British Empire and are the only ones
                                         
    
                                         Prince Andrew is allowed to visit as Goodwill ambassador.
                                         
                                         The invention of maps made men better than women for the first time ever.
                                         
                                         Women tend to navigate by landmarks and visual memories while men navigate by
                                         
                                         direction and distance and so are better at reading maps.
                                         
                                         For this reason, the journeys of the Mayflower
                                         
                                         got hopelessly lost, so they didn't have any maps,
                                         
                                         wouldn't stop to ask for directions,
                                         
                                         and all the women shouting,
                                         
    
                                         we passed that bit off seaweed six days ago...
                                         
                                         LAUGHTER
                                         
                                        ..were ignored or thrown overboard as troublemakers.
                                         
                                         Angela.
                                         
                                         Do women use landmarks
                                         
                                         more than men do?
                                         
                                         Because I always go by pubs, but that might just be me.
                                         
                                         Yes,
                                         
    
                                         that is true. According to a
                                         
                                         scientific report in 2003,
                                         
                                         in general, men
                                         
                                         tend to be better at reading maps.
                                         
                                         After studying routes on a map, women
                                         
                                         tend to navigate by landmarks and visual
                                         
                                         memories, while men navigate by direction and distance.
                                         
                                         Is it not just because men understand the concept
                                         
    
                                         of an inch equaling a mile a bit more than women do?
                                         
                                         Mapping hasn't got any better at all since the 1500s.
                                         
                                         For example, the maps used by self-driving cars
                                         
                                         cannot be read by humans.
                                         
                                         Angela.
                                         
                                         Do self-drive cars use maps that humans can't read?
                                         
                                         They do, yes.
                                         
                                         I can't wait for self-driving, because I can't drive.
                                         
    
                                         And I figure the self-driving car might take over quite soon,
                                         
                                         and then it's like, good, I didn't learn to drive.
                                         
                                         But then, what if the technology doesn't break through as quickly as I hope,
                                         
                                         and actually there are no self-driving cars
                                         
                                         and I should learn to drive, but then if I learn to drive now,
                                         
                                         which would be very difficult because I find learning things
                                         
                                         harder and harder and harder, I can only do the things I've done before,
                                         
                                         then you can bet, by sod's law,
                                         
    
                                         the self-driving car will take over in about four months.
                                         
                                         You'll be in a self-driven hearse, David.
                                         
                                         LAUGHTER
                                         
                                         Thank you, Henning. You'll be in a self-driven hearse, David.
                                         
                                         Thank you, Henning.
                                         
                                         And at the end of that round, Henning, you've managed to smuggle no truths past the rest of the panel.
                                         
                                         Which means you've scored no points!
                                         
                                         The world's first weather map was published in the Times newspaper in 1875. No points!
                                         
    
                                         The world's first weather map was published in the Times newspaper in 1875,
                                         
                                         but gave the weather for the previous day,
                                         
                                         with an impressive 50% accuracy.
                                         
                                         Next up is Holly Walsh.
                                         
                                         Holly, your subject is the Postal Service,
                                         
                                         a system used to physically transport letters and parcels from one place to another.
                                         
                                         Off you go, Holly.
                                         
                                         The Postal Service was created in 1067, when William the Conqueror decided we needed a more efficient way of sending information than tapestries.
                                         
    
                                         Back then, there was only one delivery a week, which still makes it twice as efficient as the current post office.
                                         
                                         And by the late 1800s,
                                         
                                         people were getting posts delivered 12 times a day.
                                         
                                         By 1902, there were 15 daily deliveries to some parts of London
                                         
                                         until half the post office staff died
                                         
                                         in what's known as the Great Exhaustion.
                                         
                                         Helen.
                                         
                                         Were there up to 15 deliveries in central London?
                                         
    
                                         There were not 15 deliveries.
                                         
                                         No, then I just think whatever is true.
                                         
                                         LAUGHTER
                                         
                                         It's tricky because Holly mentioned 15 daily deliveries
                                         
                                         for some parts of London by 1902, which is not true.
                                         
                                         What is true is that by the late 1800s,
                                         
                                         people were getting post-delivered 12 times a day,
                                         
                                         with the first delivery typically at 7.30am
                                         
    
                                         and the last one about 7.30pm.
                                         
                                         Yeah, just like I said, one an hour.
                                         
                                         So there were lots of deliveries,
                                         
                                         but there weren't 15, as Henning remembered you saying,
                                         
                                         which you did say and that wasn't true,
                                         
                                         there were just 12.
                                         
                                         But I felt I couldn't have that 12 truth hanging around
                                         
                                         when he said the 15, and I thought,
                                         
    
                                         if I keep talking, I'll know whether or not to give him the point.
                                         
                                         All I need to do is keep the words coming out of my mouth
                                         
                                         in the hope that my brain will come to some sort of decision,
                                         
                                         which hopefully won't be too controversial,
                                         
                                         and people will understand why I've given it,
                                         
                                         and I just can't come to any kind of decision.
                                         
                                         So I think, let's move on.
                                         
                                         OK, Henny, you can have a point.
                                         
    
                                         CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
                                         
                                         The main office of the UK Postal Service is the Post Office Tower,
                                         
                                         which was originally a very tall, thin restaurant.
                                         
                                         I could tell you where it is, but until recently,
                                         
                                         its location was classified, meaning that in London
                                         
                                         it was illegal to look up, just in case you saw it.
                                         
                                         Alan.
                                         
                                         That's true.
                                         
    
                                         It's an official secret, the existence of the Post Office Tower.
                                         
                                         You're absolutely right, yes.
                                         
                                         It was until 1993 the location of the post office tower,
                                         
                                         now referred to as the BT Tower,
                                         
                                         was covered by the Official Secrets Act,
                                         
                                         in spite of the fact...
                                         
                                         Well, in spite of the fact that it's right there.
                                         
                                         And it was, for 15 years, the tallest building in London.
                                         
    
                                         And it literally has, like, happy children in need
                                         
                                         on the side of it every, like, year.
                                         
                                         Presumably, until 1993, it just had, you know, shh!
                                         
                                         What are you looking at?
                                         
                                         I would love to have gone to it.
                                         
                                         It had a restaurant, though, a revolving restaurant.
                                         
                                         Can you imagine, In a secret building?
                                         
                                         You'd feel so sick, though.
                                         
    
                                         Well, it depends how quickly it rotates.
                                         
                                         Bhutan had a set of stamps that were tiny little vinyl records
                                         
                                         you stuck on your letter.
                                         
                                         It may sound fun, but every third stamp contained
                                         
                                         Rick Astley's Never Gonna Give You Up.
                                         
                                         Belgium once issued the world's first chocolate stamps,
                                         
                                         which were quickly recalled when people complained
                                         
                                         their postman were licking their letters.
                                         
    
                                         Henny.
                                         
                                         I remember very vividly when the Belgians released chocolate stamps.
                                         
                                         Do you remember it?
                                         
                                         Yeah, vividly.
                                         
                                         Oh, right.
                                         
                                         I'm afraid you must have time travelled from the future
                                         
                                         because it hasn't happened yet.
                                         
                                         No, they didn't have chocolate stamps.
                                         
    
                                         They did issue stamps that smelled of chocolate
                                         
                                         and tasted of chocolate, but they weren't chocolate.
                                         
                                         Well, if it smells of chocolate and tastes like chocolate,
                                         
                                         looks like chocolate, smells like chocolate...
                                         
                                         It didn't look like chocolate, it looked like a stamp. But, no, they weren't made like chocolate. Looks like chocolate, smells like chocolate. It didn't look like chocolate, it looked like a stamp.
                                         
                                         But, no, they weren't made of chocolate,
                                         
                                         but they were a bit chocolatey.
                                         
                                         But I gave you the thing about the 15 posts.
                                         
    
                                         Yeah, OK, that's fair enough. Fair dues, yeah.
                                         
                                         I'm going to tell you a little anecdote now, David,
                                         
                                         that combines two of our recent answers.
                                         
                                         Are you ready? Yes, please.
                                         
                                         I went to a charity event at the top of the secret BT Tower
                                         
                                         and one of the guest artists entertaining everybody
                                         
                                         was Rick Hasley.
                                         
                                         I went to the loo and while I was in the loo,
                                         
    
                                         it revolved and when I came out of the loo,
                                         
                                         I was on stage with him.
                                         
                                         So the stage revolved to outside the door of the gents.
                                         
                                         The loser in the central column.
                                         
                                         But the stage came around.
                                         
                                         Nowadays, you're never more than three feet away from a post office.
                                         
                                         You could find one on the mere space station,
                                         
                                         where the lack of gravity means all parcels are technically weightless,
                                         
    
                                         so free to post.
                                         
                                         Angela.
                                         
                                         I instantly regret it, but is there one on the space station?
                                         
                                         There is one on the space station.
                                         
                                         Yes.
                                         
                                         The Mir post office had a stamp to verify that the letter or package
                                         
                                         had been on the Russian space station.
                                         
                                         For around $20,000, you could send a letter up to the station
                                         
    
                                         where it would receive a cancellation
                                         
                                         mark before being sent back down
                                         
                                         to Earth. Wow. What a pointless
                                         
                                         way of spending money.
                                         
                                         I don't know how to say this.
                                         
                                         Vanuatu. Yeah. Vanuatu.
                                         
                                         It's a Pacific island. Vanuatu
                                         
                                         has a fully working underwater post
                                         
    
                                         office, which has the added benefit
                                         
                                         that every half hour, the queue gets
                                         
                                         caught in a riptide,
                                         
                                         which keeps waiting times down.
                                         
                                         And, of course, Tokyo has the world-famous Hello Kitty post office
                                         
                                         where mail is sorted by cats,
                                         
                                         though they tend to sort things into things I sleep on
                                         
                                         and things I piss on.
                                         
    
                                         Henning.
                                         
                                         Maybe I'm overthinking this,
                                         
                                         but if Holly doesn't even know how to pronounce Vanuatu,
                                         
                                         she surely
                                         
                                         wouldn't have picked it for a lie so they've got an underwater post office
                                         
                                         you're absolutely right
                                         
                                         that is good deduction Vanuatu has the world's only underwater post office in a
                                         
                                         marine sanctuary 50 meters off the coast. Because ink would run underwater, scuba divers and any snorkelers
                                         
    
                                         able to hold their breath long enough are able to send waterproof
                                         
                                         plastic postcards which are embossed with a special cancellation stamp.
                                         
                                         So that's pointless as well.
                                         
                                         Thank you, Holly.
                                         
                                         Now, at the end of that round, Holly, you've managed to smuggle one truth past the rest of the panel.
                                         
                                         Bhutan had miniature vinyl talking stamps,
                                         
                                         playable on a standard turntable,
                                         
                                         and they played, instead of Rick Astley,
                                         
    
                                         Bhutanese folk songs and a spoken history of the country
                                         
                                         in English and the local language.
                                         
                                         Anyway, that means you've scored one point.
                                         
                                         APPLAUSE A prisoner serving a jail term for robbery language. Anyway, that means you've scored one point.
                                         
                                         A prisoner serving a jail term for robbery managed to wrap himself in a parcel and post himself to freedom.
                                         
                                         He escaped okay, despite suffering quite serious injuries, when his every delivery driver kicked him into a hedge.
                                         
                                         It's now the turn of Alan Davis. Alan is best known for appearing on QI alongside Stephen Fry.
                                         
                                         But, of course, he's done so much more than that.
                                         
    
                                         For example, he's appeared on QI alongside Sandy Toxford.
                                         
                                         Your subject, Alan, is pubs.
                                         
                                         Drinking establishments licensed to serve alcoholic drinks
                                         
                                         for consumption on the premises.
                                         
                                         Off you go, Alan.
                                         
                                         Some of the strangest genuine pub names include
                                         
                                         Oily Johnny's, The Welcome Turd, The Cock and Bull Cock, The Generous Bush,
                                         
                                         The Dogging Duck, The Jolly Ayatollah and The Knobwell Inn.
                                         
    
                                         LAUGHTER
                                         
                                         One of them, innit?
                                         
                                         It's... Oh, what was the second one?
                                         
                                         The Welcome Turd.
                                         
                                         No, not that one.
                                         
                                         LAUGHTER Go to the third one. The Cock and Bull Cock. The Cock and Bull Cock. The welcome turd
                                         
                                         The cock and bull cock cock and bull cock no, no, that's not true anymore for anymore
                                         
                                         It's an inviting list. Oh, come on. Oh, I'm running into a machine gun at the Somme
                                         
    
                                         I love it when there's a list and everyone runs at it.
                                         
                                         That's it, Henning. Off you charge.
                                         
                                         The Jolly Ayatollah.
                                         
                                         No, of course not.
                                         
                                         Holly.
                                         
                                         Slippery Johnnies or whatever it was.
                                         
                                         Oily Johnnies.
                                         
                                         Oily Johnnies.
                                         
    
                                         You're right.
                                         
                                         Yes, Oily Johnnies was named after a former landlord who was known locally as Oily Johnny
                                         
                                         due to the fact that he sold paraffin oil from a shed next to the pub.
                                         
                                         And the establishment actually is now a restaurant pub called Oily's.
                                         
                                         So they're a bit less familiar.
                                         
                                         You're like a radio station giving a shout-out to a local eatery.
                                         
                                         Give me time.
                                         
                                         They're all just chilling tonight down
                                         
    
                                         at Oily Johnny's.
                                         
                                         This is for them.
                                         
                                         This is Rick Astley.
                                         
                                         Alan.
                                         
                                         Pub names often indicate
                                         
                                         which customers will be particularly
                                         
                                         favoured. Locksmiths are always
                                         
                                         welcome at the cross keys. Builders
                                         
    
                                         get their first drink free at the bricklayer's arms,
                                         
                                         and if you're not yet 18,
                                         
                                         you're advised to stay well away from the Duke of York.
                                         
                                         LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE
                                         
                                         In a Canadian pub in Dawson City, Yukon,
                                         
                                         your whisky, instead of coming with ice,
                                         
                                         is delivered to you with a frost-bitten toe in the glass.
                                         
                                         Legend has it that a rum runner was caught in a blizzard
                                         
    
                                         and on reaching the pub, he ordered a scotch,
                                         
                                         took off his sock and shook his toe out onto the counter.
                                         
                                         The landlord popped it into the glass
                                         
                                         and said it's free if you drink it.
                                         
                                         You can still get a free whisky there
                                         
                                         as long as you provide your own toe.
                                         
                                         Angela.
                                         
                                         I think that happened with the toe
                                         
    
                                         because there were definitely rum runners in Canada,
                                         
                                         and that sounds like it's cold.
                                         
                                         You're absolutely right.
                                         
                                         The legend of the rum runner isn't true,
                                         
                                         but the frostbitten toe in the glass of a pub in Dawson City, Yukon, is true.
                                         
                                         And you must drink the whisky to prove you're a true Yukoner.
                                         
                                         The rules are, you can drink it fast, you can drink it slow,
                                         
                                         but the lips must touch the toe.
                                         
    
                                         And there is
                                         
                                         a fine of $500
                                         
                                         if you swallow the toe.
                                         
                                         My mum's
                                         
                                         from Newfoundland and they have a similar
                                         
                                         thing without the toe but it's called
                                         
                                         screeching in and to become an honorary
                                         
                                         Newfoundlander when you go there as a come from
                                         
    
                                         away, someone who's not from there, you have to drink
                                         
                                         it's called screech rum, you have to drink... It's called screech rum.
                                         
                                         You have to eat a piece of Newfie steak, which is spam,
                                         
                                         and you have to kiss a cod.
                                         
                                         And then someone says to you,
                                         
                                         is you a screecher?
                                         
                                         And you say, indeed I is, me old cock.
                                         
                                         Long may your big jib draw.
                                         
    
                                         And then you're a Newfoundlander.
                                         
                                         I sound like I'm on drugs, but it's true.
                                         
                                         Then you're a Newfoundlander and are free to marry a sibling.
                                         
                                         but it's true.
                                         
                                         Then you're a Newfoundlander and are free to marry a sibling.
                                         
                                         The pub name The Dog and Duck derives from the practice of duck baiting.
                                         
                                         The best-known duck baiting pond was run by Mr John Ball and Ball's Pond became so famous it had a road named after it.
                                         
                                         Angela.
                                         
    
                                         Is Ball's Pond Road named after John Ball?
                                         
                                         It is, yes.
                                         
                                         In fact, that whole bit is true.
                                         
                                         The pub name, The Dog and Duck,
                                         
                                         derives from the popular pub entertainment of duck baiting,
                                         
                                         which involved a duck with its wings clipped
                                         
                                         being thrown into a pond next to the pub
                                         
                                         and a dog or dogs being let loose to chase after it.
                                         
    
                                         The most famous of these ducking ponds
                                         
                                         was that of Mr John Ball,
                                         
                                         whose pub, The Salutation, was located in the area of Islington
                                         
                                         that bears his name, The Ball's Pond Road.
                                         
                                         In Germany, Hitler's former mountain retreat,
                                         
                                         The Eagle's Nest, is now a pub.
                                         
                                         Everyone's welcome as long as they don't mention the war
                                         
                                         and it's best to avoid the Gestapo lounge on quiz nights.
                                         
    
                                         I bet that's true. It is true. Yeah, The it's best to avoid the Gestapo lounge on quiz nights. Holly.
                                         
                                         I bet that's true.
                                         
                                         It is true.
                                         
                                         Here, the Eagle's Nest is now a pub,
                                         
                                         offering indoor dining and an outdoor beer garden.
                                         
                                         The pub doesn't mention much about its past,
                                         
                                         except in the photos showing its pre-construction condition.
                                         
                                         A Manchester pub called the Puffin Dart
                                         
    
                                         closed down after it became a magnet for dealers selling cannabis.
                                         
                                         Puff and Dart was, of course, an early version of pub darts
                                         
                                         played using a blowpipe.
                                         
                                         Other popular pub games include Crabbage,
                                         
                                         a card game played with seafood,
                                         
                                         Ten Men's Morris,
                                         
                                         where you try to get as many people as you can into a Morris Minor,
                                         
                                         and Bra Billiards,
                                         
    
                                         where players try to pop the balls into a sea cup.
                                         
                                         And that's the end of Alan's lecture.
                                         
                                         And at the end of that round, Alan, you've managed to smuggle one truth past the rest of the panel,
                                         
                                         which was that puff and dart was an early version of pub darts played using a blowpipe.
                                         
                                         In it, a blowpipe was used to fire darts at a target of concentric rings, much like an archery target.
                                         
                                         In the second half of the 19th century,
                                         
                                         several manufacturers produced domestic versions of the game.
                                         
                                         However, during a game of puff and dart at a London pub in 1844,
                                         
    
                                         one player made the mistake of sucking rather than blowing
                                         
                                         and swallowed the dart.
                                         
                                         He died a few days later.
                                         
                                         And that means, Alan, you've scored one point.
                                         
                                         In Australia, if you put your glass upside down on the counter in a pub,
                                         
                                         it means you're up for a fistfight against everyone there and will win.
                                         
                                         Something I wish I'd known before I went to that pub in Sydney
                                         
                                         and trapped a spider.
                                         
    
                                         Which brings us to the final scores.
                                         
                                         In fourth place, with minus two points, we have Henning Veen.
                                         
                                         In third place, with no points, it's Alan Davis.
                                         
                                         In second place, with four points, it's Holly Walsh.
                                         
                                         And in first place, with an unassailable five points, it's Holly Walsh. And in first place with an
                                         
                                         unassailable five points, it's this
                                         
                                         week's winner, Angela Barnes.
                                         
                                         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 Alan Davis, Holly Walsh,
                                         
                                         Angela Barnes, and Hen Bain. The chairman's
                                         
                                         script was written by Dan Gaster
                                         
    
                                         and Colin Squash and the producer was
                                         
                                         John Naismith. It was a random production
                                         
                                         for BBC Radio 4.
                                         
