David Rappaport, the Frestonian Foreign Minister, lived in Frestonia before becoming well-known, and he was in his element talking bullshit to the foreign film crews who flocked to Frestonia after the declaration of independence. He had the professional cheek to demand £50 for interviews, and was value for money.
Here, his biting wit was aimed at the GLC during this Frestonian first birthday revue. I remember his act featured a large chillum and was to include blindfold knife-throwing at one of the least popular Frestonians whom he "volunteered". Fortunately, he changed his mind and ended up in 'Time Bandits' rather than Wormwood Scrubs gaol.