*whacks Poohcarrot into the river with a giant salmon*
Mary Whitehouse. Was that really so hard to guess? The Goodies did an entire episode around trying to piss her off after they were praised by her, she detested Doctor Who, and she wouldn't have liked Python.
See where this has come to, Pooh? You're floundering in a river with a large fish-shaped bruise on your face because you didn't try hard enough.
And I have a large, smelly salmon to return to the fish-shop, and try to convince them that I want to return a defective salmon.
I'll think of another question as soon as Pooh drowns, or else gets himself to safety. Either way is fine.
Four minutes? That's ages! What if I get bored? I need a television, a couple of books. Anyone for chess? Bring me knitting.
-The Eighth Doctor, defiant in the face of death, in Doctor Who: The Night of the Doctor