Come see the violence inherent in the system!
Dear Sir, I object strongly to the obvious lavatorial turn this show has already taken. Why do we never hear about the good things in Britain, like Mary Bignall’s wonderful jump in 1964? Yours etc., Ken Voyeur.
Although his name was quite clearly given as McTeagle, he was throughout wearing the Cameron tartan.
Never be rude to an Arab.
I shall be using an ordinary two-footed jump, er, straight up in the air and across the Channel.
As a Highlander I would like to complain about some inaccuracies in the preceding film about the poet Ewan McTeagle.
And now for something completely different…
The larch
My hovercraft is full of eels.
He’s NOT pinin’ for the fjords!
It’s…
Aah! I see you have the machine that goes ‘ping’.
Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government.
I put on women’s clothing, And hang around in bars.
There’s nothing Nietzsche couldn’t teachya about the bending of the wrist.
It’s - er - it’s all right - I am a doctor. Actually, I’m a gynaecologist… but this is my lunch hour.
That’s it, I’m getting out of this show before it’s too late. Too late!
But it’s my only line!
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake baker’s man. Good morning, madam, I’m a psychiatrist.
Now, old woman – you are accused of heresy on three counts – heresy by thought, heresy by word, heresy by deed, and heresy by action – four counts. Do you confess?