I’m not surprised you didn’t get it - it was, in fact, a trick question.
Regards,
Shodan
It’s…no…no…it’s…it’s…it’s…
Don’t call me señor! I’m not a Spanish person. You must call me Mr. Biggles, or Group Captain Biggles, or Mary Biggles if I’m dressed as my wife, but never señor.
Mr Neutron! The man whose incredible power has made him the most feared man of all time… waits for his moment to destroy this little world utterly!
There’s a whole horde of them marauding Visigoths to see y’all.
Mr. Bounder, this gentleman is interested in the “India Overland” – and nothing else!
Dear King Haakon, I am not dictating. What?
And now for something more completely different…
Aw, sorry, squire, I scratched the record…sorry, squire, I scratched the record…sorry, squire, I scratched the record…sorry, squire, I scratched the record…sorry, squire, I scratched the record…
Oh, oh, ‘courtesan’, oh aren’t we grand. Harlot’s not good enough for us eh? Paramour, concubine, fille de joie. That’s what we are not. Well, listen to me my fine fellow, you are a bit of tail, that’s what you are.
Arthur Figgis is an idiot. A village idiot. Tonight we look at the idiot in society.
Bloody peasant!
What if he’s got a poin-ted stick?
Then you shall die.
Hey, I didn’t even eat the mousse.
One slice of strawberry tart without so much rat in it later:
Look, could I have egg, bacon, spam and sausage without the spam?
But it does mean that when he says a bed is two foot long, it is, in fact, sixty foot long, all right?
We have a lot of trouble with these oldies. Pension day’s the worst - they go mad. As soon as they get their hands on their money they blow it all on milk, bread, tea, tin of meat for the cat.
The royal philharmonic orchestra goes to the bathroom