I'm about to commit heresy. Look, I hate plum jam. I only joined the WI to make my mother...

[seeking approval for the calendar at the National WI Conference] Chris: I'm about to commit heresy. Look, I hate plum jam. [laughter] Chris: I only joined the WI to make my mother happy. I do, I hate plum jam. I'm crap at cakes, I can't make sponge. In fact, seeing as it's unlikely that George Clooney would actually come to Skipton to do a talk on what it was like to be in "ER", there seems very little reason for me to actually stay in the WI. Except suddenly... suddenly I want to raise money in memory of a man I loved, and to do that I'm prepared to take me clothes off for a WI calendar, and if you can't give us ten minutes of your time, Madam Chairman, well then, frankly, guys, I'm going to do it without council approval. Because there are some things that are more important than council approval. And if it means that we get closer to killing off this shitty, cheating, sly, conniving bloody disease that cancer is, oh God, I tell you, I'd run round Skipton market naked, smeared in plum jam, wearing nothing but a knitted tea cosy on me head and singing "Jerusalem". [laughter]

want to say something? Yes. Because she's about to commit heresy. Hello? Here we go. - Oh, God. - Look... I hate plum jam. I only joined the W.I. to make my mother happy. I do. I hate plum jam. I'm crap at cakes. I can't make sponge. Seeing as it's unlikely that George Clooney would come to do a talk on "ER," there seems very little reason for me to actually stay in the W.I. Except suddenly I want to raise money in memory of a man I loved. And I'm prepared to take me clothes off for a W.I. calendar. And if you can't give us ten minutes of your time, Madam Chairman, then, frankly, guys, I'm going to do it without council approval. Because there are things that are more important than council approval. And if it means that we get closer to killing off this shitty, cheating, sly, conniving, bloody disease that cancer is, oh, God, I tell you, I'd run around Skipton market naked, smeared in plum jam, wearing nothing but a tea cozy on me head and singing "Jerusalem." Let's break. Ten minutes. We don't do nudity. But we do do charity. Can I assume this is a local fund-raiser? You're not going to be making too big of a hoo-ha? In which case, it's a branch matter. And I can leave any decision in the hands of your branch president. - Thank you. - Thank you. Oh, sod it. Go on, then. Oh, God! Did you hear what she said? - "Evening News"? - Done. - Did you invite "The Gazette"? - Yes. So did I. We'll have two of them. Here we go. Thank you. Keep the change. Oh, my God! It's half past! Come on. The girls will have done half the press conference by now. Right. Where are we? I think it's down here. Come on. Oh. Here we are.