We are struggling together!
Man!
It’s…
What’s twenty quid to the bloody Midland Bank?
Welcome to North Malden.
Yes, everyone is welcome to North Malden, none more so than the businessmen and investors who shape our society of the future. Here at North Malden…
Well Brian… I’m opening a boutique.
Consider the lilies.
Look, I’m in charge here!
Everyone stand up!
Everyone stands up.
Sit down!
Everyone sits down.
Go “Moo”!
Moo.
See?
Regards,
Shodan
He’s just been in the Florentine Room and smeared tomato ketchup all over Raphael’s Baby Jesus.
Oh, yeah, yeah - well, you see, it’s just that we’re not… as yet… totally satisfied with the grounds of your claim.
Well, why don’t you go and tell him you want to be a leper again?
Albatross!
No. 1. The Larch. The Larch.
Ha ha ha… splunge.
Mr. Yalt, you are charged that on the second day of January 1970 you wilfully, deliberately and with malice aforethought published an English-Hungarian phrasebook with intent to cause a breach of the peace. How do you plead?
It’s a fair cop.
Don’t talk to the camera.
Yeah. Well, what Jesus blatantly fails to appreciate is that it’s the meek who are the problem.
Harold. He’s that sheep there over under the elm. He’s that most dangerous of animals, a clever sheep. He’s the ring-leader. He has realized that a sheep’s life consists of standing around for a few months and then being eaten. And that’s a depressing prospect for an ambitious sheep. He’s patently hit on the idea of escape.
Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?