Number thirteen. The naughty bits of a horse,
Number 1. The larch. The… larch.
Gone… a nice woody sound… gone…
Oh, SHOVE the abattoir, that’s not important.
He said knowingly
Say no more.
There is only me. sir.
Do you want to come upstairs…?
What an eccentric performance.
It is a silly place.
Sorry about this… pom pom pom… Normally we try to avoid these little … pauses … longeurs… only dramatically he’s gone down to the basement, you see. 'Course, there isn’t really a basement but he just goes off and we pretend… Actually what happens is he goes off there, off camera, and just waits there so it looks as though he’s gone down … to the basement. Actually I think he’s rather overdoing it. Ah!
Bart-lett
*Interviewer: *And who is the sponsor?
Mr. Vercotti: The Chippenham Brick Company. Ah, they, er, pay all the bills, er, in return for which Ron will be carrying half a hundredweight of their bricks.
Llamas are larger than frogs.
It’s not proper banter if it’s said slowly!
He takes bits of string, wood, dead budgerigars, sparrows, anything, but it does make the cashier’s job very difficult; but of course they’re fools to themselves because the rate of interest over ten years on a piece of moss or a dead vole is almost negligible.
Now this is for £15 and it’s to stop us revealing the name of your lover in Bolton.
But why Bolton?
The palindrome of “Bolton” would be “Notlob”!! It don’t work!!
Well, you’ve… slept… with a lady.
Yes…?
What’s it like?