Well it may be the end of that, but it’s certainly far from the end of- well in fact it’s the beginning - well not quite the beginning - well certainly nearer the beginning than the end - well yes damn it, it is to all intents and purposes the beginning of this year’s Ideal Loon Exhibition, sponsored by the ‘Daily Express’.
Hello Sailors! Listen, guess what. The Minister of Aviation has made me head of the RAF Ola Pola.
I have a hat.
Quite.
Stupid git!
Sudden, violent comedy.
Er yes … well … you’ve not quite got the hang of that, have you.
Poets are both clean and warm
And most are far above the norm
Whether here, or on the roam
Have a poet in every home.
No, a bat.
Morning, madam, I’ve come to read your poet.
If we increase the size of the penguin until it is the same height as the man and then compare the relative brain sizes, we now find that the penguin’s brain is still smaller. But, and this is the point, it is larger than it was.
Soon these feathery little hustlers were infiltrating important positions everywhere.
“VOOM”?!? Mate, this bird wouldn’t “voom” if you put four million volts through it!
Ah, Mr. Anchovy. Do sit down.
Yes, well done, Mrs L of Leicester, Mrs B of Buxton and Mrs G of Gotwick, the loony was of course the writer, Sir Walter Scott.
'Ere, there’s Alfred Lord Tennyson in the bathroom.
But I am a chartered accountant.
This is my wife Audrey, she smells a bit but she has a heart of gold.
… the zany exploits of a wacky Queen, and that’s followed by ‘Limestone, Dear Limestone’…
I wear high heels
Suspendies’ and a bra
I wish I’d been a girly
Just like my dear papa