Lemon curry?
Pardon me while I play the grand piano!
…until the word Maudling is almost totally obscured.
Number 17: The naughty bits of the Cabinet.
Ha ha ha! I get it, “communist revolutions” hahaha!
‘Sing Little Birdie’?
I’m Brian, and so is my wife.
No, I’m Brian!
I am not allowed to argue unless you pay!
Well, you can’t get much more interesting than that … or can you? With me now is Mr Thomas Walters of West Hartlepool who is totally invisible. Good evening, Mr Walters. (turns to empty chair)
I can burrow through an elephant.
The mill’s closed. There’s no more work, we’re destitute. I’ve got no option but to sell you all for scientific experiments.
The points are frozen, the beast is dead. What is the difference? What indeed is the point?
¡Cuidado! Llama!
Packet of Rothman’s, please.
Oh, we used to dream of livin’ in a corridor! Would ha’ been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House? Huh.
Luxury.
He looks all Bath-and-Wells-ish.
Can I have fifty pounds to mend the shed? I’m right on my uppers. I can pay you back when this postal order comes from Australia. Honestly. Hope the bladder trouble’s getting better. Love, Ewan.
psst, see post 439.