Channel 4 To Show Queen Mother Eating A Gigantic Sausage

CHANNEL 4 is to follow up its controversial Diana documentary with footage of the Queen Mother eating an absolutely gigantic sausage.

Despite protests from Buckingham Palace, Channel 4 said it had a decided to press ahead with the screening because it was "incredibly lucrative".

TV insiders say archive film of the Queen Mother eating a gigantic sausage will net Channel 4 around £750,000 for a 20 second advert.

Producer Jeremiah Johnson said: "I'm sure some people will say it is a gross intrusion, but they're not married to my wife and her fucking John Lewis catalogue."

The 60 year-old footage is one of the highlights of I Never Had a Banana, a three part documentary on post-war rationing, presented by Professor David Starkey. 

The film shows the Queen Mother devouring 8ft of grilled Cumberland sausage during a visit to Carlisle in 1947.

Johnson added: "It's a hell of a sight. She's standing next to the local mayor throughout the whole thing and after about five minutes, if you look closely, you can see his wife fainting.

"After another 10 minutes of solid eating she releases some trapped gas and waves to the crowd, but all they can do is gasp in astonishment. It's part of our heritage."

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