(script). I was Mr Nude here, with Peter as the interviewer; I nicked two spoons from the students union as props, which was probably one of the better fates awaiting cutlery from that institution. Most memorable to spectators was the fact that I performed wearing only an academic gown and underpants; I thought that would reasonably celebrate the concept of Mr Nude.
(script) Here I played the father and Peter the son - there is of course a fairly glorious irony in doing it that way round - and a fellow postgrad, Angela, who I think now works as a producer in RTÉ, played the mother at the end of the sketch; the students union, once again, provided Berwhale the Avenger. All great fun.