Well, er, yes Mr Anchovy, but you see your report here says that you are an extremely dull person. You see, our experts describe you as an appallingly dull fellow, unimaginative, timid, lacking in initiative, spineless, easily dominated, no sense of humour, tedious company and irrepressibly drab and awful. And whereas in most professions these would be considerable drawbacks, in chartered accountancy they are a positive boon.
Harry, I want you to sell me a condom! In fact today I think I’ll have a french tickler, for I am a Protestant!
Not too bad, now let’s try it with somebody else. Er… Mr… ?
Oh, so you’re Italian, then?
Si.
Are you just going to show me movies all night?
Yes, yes, yes, I do follow, Mr Anchovy, but you see the snag is… if I now call Mr Chipperfield and say to him, ‘look here, I’ve got a forty-five-year-old chartered accountant with me who wants to become a lion tamer’, his first question is not going to be ‘does he have his own hat?’ He’s going to ask what sort of experience you’ve had with lions.
Just one more, dear.
oh, I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m bored.
Wouldn’t hear a word against him!
Seek ye the Bridge of Death!
Dead Indian!
I nearly got in at Hendon.
The Bridge of Death, which leads to the Grail?
Ah, Mr Mariolini, and where are you from?
Well as it’s so funny I think you’d better be selected to play for the boys’ team in the rugby match against the masters this afternoon.
:eek:
Cardinal Fang! Fetch…THE COMFY CHAIR!
>Sproing<
Message for you, sir.
It’s…