My head hurts!
Er, do you want … do you want to come back to my place, bouncy bouncy?
And The Lord did grin
And the people did feast on
The Lambs, and slōths,
And fruit bats, and breakfast cereals …
Oh, my brain hurts.
Gimme the 'oop!
Big piece of brain hanging out.
I might be arguing in my spare time.
Welcome back. And now it’s time for part eight of our series about the life and work of Ursula Hifier, the Surrey housewife who revolutionized British beekeeping in the nineteen-thirties.
You are…Mary Queen of Scots?
There are some who call me… Tim?
Oh, I thought you were talking to me, sir. Mr Wensleydale, that’s my name.
You’re a very silly man and I’m not going to interview you.
I didn’t really call you “Eddie-Baby”, did I, sweetie?
SQUAD! Camp it… UP!
But first, will you please, please welcome - a block of wood.
Well sir, I have a silly walk and I’d like to obtain a Government grant to help me develop it.
That’s just what Jesus said!
I wouldn’t go back to public relations.
Regards,
Shodan
Kiss me, Hardy!
This is my wife, Audrey, she smells a bit, but inside she has a heart of gold.