Well, you have to know these things when you’re a king, you know.
(You used that same quotation just three posts earlier, Prof. P.)
“Old Nick the sea captain was a rough, tough, jolly sort of fellow. He loved the life of the sea, and he loved to hang out down by the pier, where the men dressed as ladies…”
(It’s non sequituuuuuuuur. I shall use it at my pleasure Just like…)
No. 1. The Larch. The… Larch.
Course you don’t get bloody wafers with it!
Number one. The foot.
I’ll come in again.
We was too late… The Rev. Neuk saw the light.
Beautiful girl:(turning to Gaskell with bated breath) You are Sir Philip Sidney?
Gaskell: (warily) Possibly… but I may be Superintendent Gaskell of the Vice Squad.
Caption: ‘THE SEMAPHORE VERSION OF WUTHERING HEIGHTS’
We want to buy a mattress!
Old crone! Is there anywhere in this town where we could buy a shrubbery?
Then did we bust the Harry Tony mob, who did seek to import Scandinavian filth via Germany. For six years they cleaned up a packet - came the day I got whiff of them through a squealer and within one week did a mop-up right good. They’re now languishing doing five years’ bird in Parkhurst.
I remember Doug was keen on boxing, but when he learned to walk, he took up puttin’ the boot in the groin.
Wasn’t that just great, ladies and gentlemen, wait a minute we’ve got something else I just know you’re going to love. (fanfares) Yes sir, coming right up - the Vocational Guidance Counsellor Sketch.
And now, a man with a tape recorder up his nose.
Ron is going to tunnel from Godalming here to Java here
A tiger? In Africa?
Ew! With a gammy leg?
Well, it’s five past nine and nearly time for six past nine
That was ‘A Minute Passed’, by John Finlissom. You can hear Episode Nine of ‘A Minute Passed’ tomorrow night at a minute past.