Why is it that the world never remembered the name of Johann Gambolputty de von Ausfern-schplenden-schlitter-crasscrenbon-fried-digger-dingle-dangle-dongle-dungle-burstein-von-knacker-thrasher-apple-banger-horowitz-ticolensic-grander-knotty-spelltinkle-grandlich-grumblemeyer-spelterwasser-kurstlich-himbleeisen-bahnwagen-gutenabend-bitte-ein-nürnburger-bratwustle-gerspurten-mitz-weimache-luber-hundsfut-gumberaber-shönedanker-kalbsfleisch-mittler-aucher von Hautkopft of Ulm?
Now this has gotten too silly.
“Popped by”? Swarmed by’s more like it. There’s a multitude out there!
Khaki, kettle, Kipling, King’s Bollege Bambridge.
'Ello, 'ello! Here comes that wacky Queen again!
It’s…
…and I’m okay!
Vivian Smith-Smythe-Smith has an O-level in chemo-hygiene. Simon-Zinc-Trumpet-Harris, married to a very attractive table lamp.
Say no more!
The name’s Shabby, Ken Shabby.
Well, no. It’s not so much of a jet, it’s more your, er, Triumph Herald engine with wings.
Ladies and gentlemen, it’s the ‘The Attila the Hun Show’.
Safe as houses, no need for panic.
Now let me fill you in. I’m leading this expedition and we’re going to climb both peaks of Mount Kilimanjaro.
Khaki, kettle, Kipling, Kuwait, Keble Bollege Oxford.
Have the injections, you won’t care.
Or, have you come to arrange a holiday?
Now, the duty-free trolley is over there, there’s some lovely drop scones and there’s duty-free broccoli and there’s fresh Eccles cakes.
…bouncy, bouncy…
All passengers please get ready for their barley sugar injections.