MC: Good day Mr Proflia, could you please put down your placard and answer a few questions.

Sol: Sure, no problem mate. What`s it about then?

MC: Erm, the strike.

Sol: Oh yeah, we`re bloody annoyed, I can tell you.

MC: And rightly so. Hollywood bigwigs again choosing to mess with a book which is loved by millions.

Sol: Eh?

MC: Changing the book to suit film goers. It`s not on is it?

Sol: What?

MC: The strike. You`re striking because of the change in the script!!

Sol: What! We`re striking because they`ve started using a cheap spread instead of butter in the sandwiches. The strike you want is on the other lot, over there.

MC: Ok! Cut! Cut! Turn that bloody tape recorder off. I ask you to do one thing for me and you can`t even do that right. What do you mean they were waving placards!! Didn`t you bother to read them. "Bring back the butter". Bloody moron, does that sound like a strike about actors and scripts. Don`t you call me a jumped up little fascist you git. I gave you this job as a favour to your mother. What!! Put that placard down, put it down, put....