The Newgate Novel and Condiments on Toast: Citation Needed 1×02

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We're playing Citation Needed. I have an almost randomly selected article from everybody's favorite reliable source of knowledge, Wikipedia, And these folks can't see it. Every fact they get right is a point and a ding [DING], And there's a special prize for
particularly good answers which is: — Oh yeah!
— Oh my. And today's article is: the Newgate Novel. Ooh! We've gone highbrow all of a sudden. We have. Yes. I'll put on my best smoking jacket and clever cravat. — Clever cravat?
— Clever crav…? Is that like an iCravat? "Cravat? Cravat, quickly, it's the pub quiz." Right, Newgate.
Is this something to do with the prison by any chance? Er… to an extent. Yes. In that it's to do with the prison or not? Not quite. Straight answers please, nobhead. It's based on something called
the "Newgate Calendar", Which is… it's connected to prisons.
It's connected to criminals. Is it an execution calendar? Yes. It was originally a monthly bulletin of executions. I'll give you a point for that. [DING] It's what would be known as the calendar of prisoners, of those who are due to be tried
or indeed executed later in the year. But it got turned into something else. A sixteen-part TV series starring… Daniel Craig, Sean Bean and Alex Kingston. This is mid-18th century here, so… Yeah, and? …Little bit earlier. So Sean Bean could've still been in it. Sean Bean's in it. It's a weekly series of plays. So it wasn't the short-lived opponent
to Babestation then? Ohh! No. Not even close. Mid-18th century strumpets asking for letters. That's basically just a classified ad
in the back of the London Gazette. With a slightly lewd picture, and a mailbox to send your money to. A coffee house to pop round
and talk through a screen to someone. "Please make way to the coffee house
and ask for the back room. "Charge: three guineas." Yeah, when you get there it's a… a complete glass thing so you can't go in. And there's a little flap you can open
for a pound a minute to talk to people… Oo-er!
[Laughter] Oh for crying out loud! A flap for a pound a minute! Jesus. Where do you go? So what did the Newgate calendar turn into? It was originally just a diary or bulletin of executions. London's top tourist attraction. It isn't the London Dungeon, no. But it kind of had that entertainment… Was it serialised like an early Dickens sort of a deal? I will give you a point for that. [DING] The calendar was basically ripped off
by a load of other publishers, who then put out biographical… "chapbooks", it's called here, about the notorious criminals. Oh yeah, chapbooks… This is getting desirably highbrow, but yeah, chapbooks were small, cheap sources of literature. Of course it is now desirable to say
there was also not only the chapbook, but the "face book" at the time as well, which was A Thing. Well, the name for Facebook
came from university facebooks, which was literally a book of all the faces of the people
who joined the university that year. But the 18th-Century facebook was —
you would have one in your house. Someone would go around and as part of the evening's entertainment would try and draw their own face. Really? Oh, cool! Right? And it would provoke much mirth
when you went, "Oh, look at the paucity!" "Look at the eyebrows, Jeremiah!" You know, that kind of thing. Of which later on when everyone else came round "Oh, you should see the page before you
at what the Parson drew!" That kind of thing. That was a face book. It was a mid-18th century thing. I'm getting one of those. I'm having one in my house, that sounds great. Hey! Before you go. Draw your face. Go-on. I dare ye.
NO MIRRORS! Stop cheating! All you get is this marker pen, or a knife to draw in your own blood. I like the idea of there being
some sort of Bartholomew Zuckerberg. Who was… er… "Bye ye the newe Facebou…" No, that's Middle English isn't it?
That's going way back! You don't buy it. He just takes yours, adds a load of adverts to it, and then sells it back to you. Satire. "One has heard he can make
up to three guineas an hour!" Which he spends a pound a minute. Pound a minute! Talking into a flap. With furious strumpets behind the flap. Prog band! "Hello, we're the Furious Strumpets." Yeeaah! "This number is called 'Behind the Flap'." Oh no. I like that being like some kind of prog band… — All-female prog band.
— Oh, okay! "Furious Strumpets" is a good name for that. Furious Strumpets. Who's on keyboards? So, the Newgate calendar became the Newgate novel. Yep. Which was, sort of, longer books… Very much satirised by a famous author. Rory Bremner. Little bit earlier. Dickens Dickens Dickens. No! Dickens… There's a good argument that one of Dickens' novels
is a Newgate novel. Johnathan Swift? No. Chaucer? I think he may have been earlier there. Centuries out. Centuries out. No, there is one Dickens novel that is glorifying crime. Oliver Twist? Bingo. Point. [DING] Yeah. Oh, thank you. Oh, very good. Hmm. "Name a Dickens novel about crime, Gary."
"Uh, Ollliverrr…?" I was in a Dickens musical once. — Oh really?
— Were you? — Yes.
— What the Dickens? I know! I know. Who did you play? I played, er, Wackford Squeers. Oh! Yeah yeah yeah. In the musical "Smike", that is a musical version of Nicholas Nickleby. Hold on to your hats. There's a musical version of Nicholas Nickleby? Yes! And I was a… And what pitch range did you take? Oh God, whatever I had when I was fifteen or something.
You know. Somewhere between Mickey Mouse and Paul Robeson. [Voice breaking]
That weird oooscillatory one we all haaad! So yeah, Dickens satirised the Newgate calendar then? No, Dickens essentially wrote a Newgate novel, or something that is considered to be. Right. — If I say William Makepeace Thackeray…
— Oh, okay. …I'm looking over at him, do you know what he wrote? Not read any… Well… Oh… Thackeray, Thackeray, Thackeray. Not off the top of my head, no. — Vanity Fair.
— Ah. Which was satirising all of 19th-century Britain. Oh, okay. No-one takes that. Okay. What, you want us to satirise 19th-century Britain? "I'd say Gladstone has been too near the buffet recently!" "I would say he's looking remarkably corpulent around his middle areas, oh ho ho!" Actually no, that… No, that's observational comedy. Gladstone, he did have his peccadillos, didn't he? He had his thing. He would go out into London —
I think it's Gladstone… Hire a prostitute, which was the done thing, take her home, and then talk to her. For the duration of the booked period… lecture her about not being a prostitute, then throw her out and whip himself on the back. …that was his thing. At the beginning of that paragraph
I thought you were talking about piccalilli. And I was hoping for a story about toast, or sandwiches. F***, who puts piccalilli on toast?! I was going to say. There's something wrong with you if you're putting piccalilli on toast. Hang on we've gone from Gladstone… Never mind the mishearing.
Never mind how quickly we've moved through this. The hell are you doing putting piccalilli on toast? You might as well put mustard in your eyes! It's a horrible thing to do! — I've had mustard on toast before.
— Mmm. — What?!
— What is wrong with… wait, what? Nothing wrong with mustard on toast. It's like having sweet chilli on toast, or… Just mustard? — Hmm…
— And butter as well. — And probably black pepper if it was me.
— Oh fine! We got the butter, that's fine! Which mustard, English? French? What? — English!
— English! I like how you're doing this tennis thing here. We must know! We must know! Brannan's terrified. He's encountered things he doesn't understand. You've opened Brannan's eyes to a whole new area of condiment-based toast. Have you never had condiments on toast before? No! Er, er… I've had cheese and brown sauce. No, no, that's cheese. Yeah. We're talking tomato sauce sandwich here. WHAT? Tartar sauce sandwich! Aahh! Jesus. Horseradish? Oh! Horseradish on toast. Forget the toast. Out of the jar, with a spoon. Right! Behind the unseeing eye ahead of me. If you've ev… it's not just these two, If you've actually put a condiment — and only a condiment, on toast, E-mail in, write in, send a telegram, or a pigeon,
or your butler or something. Oh wait, no, to be fair
I've had sandwich pickle on toast before. — That's not a…
— ♫ Piccalilli! ♫ Oh no, hold on Gary. That's a good point. It's like having gherkins on toast with mayo. — Whoa, you can't say…
— Whoa, whoa whoa! Whoa, whoa. You can't say "it's just…" That sounds pretty good.
I've never had that. If I can… If I can drag this back. — Good luck, mate!
— That's like having… For f***'s sake, that's like having
Yop on a baguette. I mean you're just putting…
substances together… The Newgate novel. If I can bring this back… What's that got to do with tartar sauce? One of the convicts was done for tartar sauce rustling. Rolling a barrel of tartar sauce down the street. Surely tartar sauce clinking, with it being in jars… — No, no, just a barrel of it.
— A vat. "Now then, now then, now then.
What's in that barrel, sir?" "…Water…" "Let me stick my bit of bread in there, sir." "I have a slice of toast here. "It just so happens that, if this is water,
it will be utterly spoiled. "However, if it is tartar sauce, "as we know, that is a great delicacy. "My lad, "delicious though this is,
I am taking you in for tartar sauce rustling." Of course in France they took up the idea,
and replaced truncheons with baguettes. First day: it's for eating. Second day: it's for beating convicts to death with. For eatin' and beatin'! Sorry, are you saying a baguette lasts a day?
In the afternoon it's for beating! "We 'ave invented a bread product zat
lasts no more zan an hour!" "I have taken zis bread 'ome.
She is wasted." "She is wasted." I'm sorry, are we pissing off
a different nationality each show here? Looking that way. Looking that way. The only way to get a fresh baguette is to actually have some kind of bread-baguette-slot on a boulangerie,
that you wrap your mouth round and have one… Where am I going with this?! I don't know where you're going with that, Branners! You want one just… fed! And a hot baguette thrust into your throat. It's a pound a minute, you open the flap,
you take whatever's on the other side! A centime for ten minutes! — They just extrude out a bread product…
— It's a… baguette! That'll do. Yeah. Fine. I'm okay with that. You've not got any tartar sauce have you? If I were to say "Jack Sheppard",
would that ring a bell with anyone? I would rather not, thank you. How do you rate him? "Jack" was a verb, right? Jack Sheppard was a notorious thief who had a two-year criminal career before being hanged at Tyburn. But the novel, the dramatisation of that, was the most notorious Newgate novel. Mmm. William Thackeray,
who was one of the opponents of the Newgate novel, said that there were vendors selling
Jack Sheppard bags. Now what do you think they contained? Little bits of him. …no. Swag? No. Copies of the novel, some novelty golf balls… a mouse mat, something like that. Nope, 'cos by this point the novel… Mouse mat? Yeah, what do you think you put a trap on? — In the eighteenth century?
— Ohhh… The novel had been turned into a play by this point. So in the lobby of the theatre, as they left… — Signed copies of the script.
— No. Signed, erm, lithographs of the stars. Is this something truly disgusting, owing to the fact he was hung… Death by hanging? — No.
— His urine?
— No! So it's not a picture of the deceased like this…? — Carving.
— On the… No. Nope. Instructions on how to thieve? Yes. No way! [DING] Filled with burglary tools. Hey, that's something.
You know when you're walking on the Moors, — you have the thumb sticks?
— Yes. You know they were entirely outlawed
for quite a long time? — No.
— Genuinely illegal, were thumb sticks. — Because what you…
— Sorry, what are thumb sticks? — They're a walking stick with a Y shape.
— They've got a U shape top on. So you can give it this number. — Often seen by ruddy men of the country.
— Yes. You know, striding around with them. Spot the person who doesn't go hiking on the Moors. Oh, [dismissive sounds]. Yeah. Anyway. They were outlawed because
the thumb over the middle was often used to disguise a hole. Into which you would screw in a hook with some string and another hook on the end. They'd be used when robbing houses. You would dangle it in,
hook something out, and walk off. And of course walking with the thumb over the hole. — So they were banned as a criminal instrument.
— Brilliant! I'm gonna go get my dad
to turn me one out like that. "Come on, son. We're going hang-thieving!" The Newgate novel started to fall out of fashion. Ainsworth and Lytton were two of the novelists who turned away when the attacks on it started. Who didn't? Who continued to use criminals? — Dickens?
— Dickens? — Dickens. [DING]
—Ah, right.
— There we go. Dickens, it says here, was "made of sterner stuff". Made of more commercially lucrative stuff,
as I like to call it. Yes. Didn't balk at giving the public what they wanted. Yes. So it became "sensation novels". Charles "There's my 500 words,
where's my fifty pounds" Dickens. Yes. Pretty much. That's why his style is… as it is. Bloody long! That's why he's so long-winded, you know. "I should hate to pontificate over this for too long,
as excess verbosity will lead to…" …yeah? I've probably said before,
my favorite Dickens line is the one about the door knocker in A Christmas Carol, "which, having not undergone any
intermediate process of change"… Wow. You're just like: "Oh. Oh! Oh." Word count! Yup. And… that'll do. Submit! Yes, 'cause he just clicked a button
and it word-counted and… No, he went… that action is ringing a bell
for his butler to come up the stairs… Or a boy to come and take it to the… With a celebratory slice of toast and tartar! The Newgate novels became the sensation novels,
the detective fiction… They got serialised. What did they become? Frosties! …Cereal-ised… Oh, yes! The pun! It burns! Uh, I was going to go for The Bill. That's fair, that's fair. Little bit earlier than that. Ye Bill! Particular name for them. The penny dreadfuls. Yes! Point! [DING] Point straight away. Quick-fire round: Can anyone give me
the other names for the penny dreadfuls? What else were they called? Uh, filthy newsbooks… Uh… The shilling sh**s. Dirty foldabouts… Thou-shalt-nots… "Don't look in there, mother"s… They were all kind-of "penny something". Penny whatsits… Have you got one… Naughty novels… Uh… Penny frighteners? Something like that… Some kind of synonym for "dreadful" would be a start. — Awfuls.
— Oh, point. [DING] Yay! Look at that. Penny dreadful and a penny awful. Penny horrible, penny number and penny blood. At the end of that, congratulations Chris! — You win this show.
— Hey! I'm on a roll. More points when your way then anything else there. Uh, you win some shares in the company
that is owned by the star of The Big Lebowski, that enables passengers to board airliners safely. Its Jeff Bridges' Jet Bridges. The Dude abides! The Dude aboards, thank you very much. And the marketing has written itself. Until next time, — that's been Matt Gray.
— Au revoir! — That's been Gary Brannan.
— Good day! That's been Chris Joel. And I've been Tom Scott, we'll see you next time. [Subtitled by Patrick Gregory.
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41 thoughts on “The Newgate Novel and Condiments on Toast: Citation Needed 1×02

  1. I did the math… if you sell it for 3 guineas, that's enough to talk for three hours and have 3 shillings (or 15 pence) left over.

  2. 8:22 "You're just putting substances together."

    To be fair, all food is just substances put together.

  3. after watching this video, I went and made some toast with butter and stone ground mustard and it is really good

  4. I’ve watch citation needed so many times now that I recognise Gary’s failed ‘jack churchill’ joke from a successful one, seasons later.

  5. Well, I wouldn't put horseradish (or Kren as we call it in Austria) on white toast, but on dark crust bread or Kaiser Loaf it's actually a relatively common thing

  6. Oh yeah, done plenty of condiments on toast in my time. When you're hungry, out of money and there's no peanut butter left, that is the time we all become adventurous gourmands.

  7. @8:05 My father, the heathen, used to eat HP Sauce on fluffy white bread. (I use proper brown bread of substance. )

  8. 8:25 "You're just putting substances together." If you can think of a better definition of food, Gary, I'd love to hear it.

  9. and jus mustard on bread or garlick pepper on buttered bread is a thing. really. – well, what else is garlick bread if not condiment on toast, technically?

  10. plz put it up again minus this effing bleeping. wanna hear some real language. if you follow some cromwellian rules – jus put in title, like 'post-watershed edition', or smth. bleeping. hurts. my ears. – and also intellect, actually. othewise – great job, guys. 🙂

  11. Barbeque sauce on toast is a regular thing in my family. I've also known people to have mustard, tomato sauce, big Mac special sauce (store brand version in a supermarket in Australia) and mayo on toast. It's normal enough for me

  12. I genuinely had mustard on toast before. It needs some meat with it, but in a pinch it beats plain toast.

  13. When I'm really lazy I eat ketchup & mayo on bread so yeah.

    And when there's nothing better, just salt on bread.

  14. Have you never had a mayonnaise sandwich? (I mean, I don't recommend it, but in the South, it's food for poor people.)

  15. This reminds me of one of the characters in the Discworld novel Mort who eats treacle sandwiches, and a quick google suggests at least some people do actually eat them.

  16. My younger brother takes the hotdog out of the hotdog-bun and fills it with ketchup. Hes 13 now.

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