The scene was a tea tent. In charge was the irrepres ible Gosforth whose unpredict able ad libs must strike terror into fellow FADS but joyous anticipation into his audience. He fiddled with the elec trics while Milly wittered on, confesing he'd made her preg nant - at which precise moment he got the loud speaker working. In blundered the Scout Master , the vicar and .the local councillor Mrs Pearce . Before long the audience was
practically under its seats.