Stig, I’ve been told Dinsdale Piranha nailed your head to the floor.
You look like a milkman to me.
Oh, Mr Belpit, your legs are so swollen.
I am in fact dressed as a milkman. You spotted that - well done.
Mr. and Mrs. Watson of ‘Ivy Cottage’, Worplesdon Road, Hull, chose a very cunning way of not being seen. When we called at their house, we found that they had gone away on two weeks holiday. They had not left any forwading address, and they had bolted and barred the house to prevent us getting in. However a neighbour told us where there were.
I’m going to show you three numbers, and I want you to tell me if you see any similarity between them.
Let us begin. Would you like to give up being a mason? Think carefully. Think. Think.
We established base salon here, (on the photos, we see the words ‘base salon’) and climbed quite steadily up to Mario’s here. (at the top of the route we see ‘Mario’s’) From here using crampons and cutting ice steps as we went, we moved steadily up the Lhotse Face to the North Ridge, establishing camp three where we could get a hot meal, a manicure, and a shampoo and set.
They’re all number three?
No. 1. The Larch.
I’m going to say a word, and I want you to say the first thing that comes into your head. How many pints do you want?
Ni! …
Yes. You get a nude lady with a fully comprehensive motor insurance. If you just want third party she has to keep her bra on, and if it’s just theft…
Right. Well, you’re quite clearly suffering from a repressive libido complex, probably the product of an unhappy childhood, coupled with acute insecurity in adolescence, which has resulted in an attenuation of the libido complex.
Who’s got a boil on the bum… boil on the botty
Nisus Wettus: Crucifixion?
Mr. Cheeky: Er, no, freedom actually.
Nisus Wettus: What?
Mr. Cheeky: Yeah, they said I hadn’t done anything and I could go and live on an island somewhere.
Here! Don’t you start doing a documentary on us, young man.
Yes, a poet is essential for complete home comfort, and all-year round reliability at low cost. We in the East Midlands Poet Board hope to have a poet in every home by the end of next year.
No, me doctor, you Mr. Burtenshaw.
You haven’t got anything a little more halibutish?