Come on now - be sensible Parky.
Normally, yes, sir. Today the van broke down.
What, ridden on a horse?
Well… speaking as the Conservative candidate, I just drone on and on and on and on without letting anyone else get a word in edgeways, until I start foaming at the mouth and falling over backwards. Ooo-aaahhh! THUD
That gives you just some idea of what’s going on out there. Today saw the long-awaited publication of the Portman Committee’s Report on Industrial Reorganization.
For the last time, I’m not Sir Philip Bleedin’ Sydney.
Ask me the questions, bridge keeper. I’m not afraid.
Wot? The curtains?
Nonsense, you’ll be stone dead in a moment.
Oh damn, damn, damn, damn… damn this wretched bag… oh the wretched, damn, bloody, little bag. It’s the one thing I hate about being a doctor - it’s this wretched bloody little bag!
We’ve been mentioned on telly!
Odd that penguin bein’ there, innit? What’s it doing there?
Meanwhile, at Dagenham the unofficial strike committee at Fords have increased their demands to 13 reasons why Henry III was a bad king.
Regards,
Shodan
And on my right—putting the case against the Government—is a small patch of brown liquid, which could be creosote or some extract used in industrial varnishing.
Do you want to go upstairs? Or…have you come to arrange a holiday?
Wight! Take him away! I want him fighting wabid, wild animals within a week. I will not have my fwiends widiculed by the common soldiewy!
Hello to you live from the Grillomat Snack Bar, Paignton.
Go and praise someone else’s brat! Go on!
Next up we have Vermeer’s Lady Who Used to Be at a Window.
Regards,
Shodan
I’ve been to more gala luncheons than you’ve had hot dinners, lad, and don’t you forget it!