Who won the cup final in 1969?
You want anything done in this country, you have to complain until you’re blue in the face.
I’m sorry, is this a five minute argument, or the full half hour?
I could be arguing in my spare time.
Dinsdale…?
Say no more!
(I can’t believe it’s not been mentioned before previously already…)
I’ve got two legs from my hips to the ground
And when I move them they walk around
Well sir, I have a silly walk and I’d like to obtain a Government grant to help me develop it.
…of Ulm.
Just started on BBC2, the semi final of Episode 3 of ‘Kierkegaard’s Journals’, staring Richard Chamberlain, Peggy Mount and Billy Bremner, and on BBC1, ‘Ethel the Frog’
Here we are, ‘Ethel the Aardvark goes Quantity Surveying’! There’s your book!
Albatross! Albatross!
I want to be a Lion Tamer.
I wanted to be a lumberjack!
No. 1. The Larch.
So I spent five ghastly years at the Hairdressers’ Training Centre at Totnes.
This has all gotten too silly.
Don’t stand there gawping like you’ve never seen the Hand of God before! Now, today, we’re going to do marching up and down the square! That is, unless any of you got anything better to do. Well?! Anyone got anything they’d rather be doing than marching up and down the square?! Yes?! Atkinson. What would you… rather be doing, Atkinson?
We’re averting our eyes, O Lord!
Your cat is suffering from what we vets haven’t found a word for. His condition is typified by total physical inertia, absence of interest in its ambience - what we vets call “environment” - failure to respond to the conventional external stimuli - a ball of string, a nice juicy mouse, a bird. To be blunt, your cat is in a rut. It’s the old Stockbroker Syndrome, the suburban fin de siecle ennui, angst, weltschmertz, call it what you will.