All the more hilarious as the actors were known to me. Seeing some dub London Cockney you've known for years miming to an American accented voice had me holding my sides in mirth!
..Until, that is, the subject matter begun to surface. Then, OMG, it was just awful.
It went something like this as the dubbed voices rang around Twickenham Stadium:
>>>>Brother Wiseperson, calling to his son outside with his friends: "Hey there Young Mal-hal-her-hash-baz, it's time we sat down together and and studied the Barble for a while".
Young Mal: "Aw gee, Paw, that's swell! I'd much rather have a Bible study than play baseball!" (Remember, the actors are Brits)
Brother Wiseperson: "Well now, Mal-hal-her-hash-baz, your Mother, as is becoming to her submissive roll, reports to me that you seem a little depressed lately. What's the problem?"
Young Mal, suitably abashed: Aw Paw, I'm so ashamed! I've been masturbating!"
Brother Wiseperson: "Mal-hal-her-hash-baz, you need spiritual help, my son! I'm going to phone all the elders and get them to pray that you find the strength to stop this debilitating habit".
Young Mal: Oh, wow, thanks Paw! I can feel Jehovah's forgiveness starting already!"<<<<<
The worst part of all this was that I was a young teenager at the time of this particular anti-wanking drama. I was sat wedged firmly between my mother and father. All 3 of us were glowing bright red as seemed the majority of the attendees at this London assembly.
My Dad gave his embarrassed cough "Ahem Ahem!", while my mothers mouth formed a shape reminiscent of a puckered up dogs bottom. We sat rigidly, non of us moving in the slightest. You could have heard a pin drop that awful day at Twickenham. I don't think that the Brits had ever heard anything quite like it.
Later, when I met up with some of my teenage JW friends, we all looked at each other in absolute astonishment. It was in the mid 60's and you just didn't expect to come to an assembly to hear about that sort of thing.
Yup! I'll never for get my first assembly drama!
Englishman.