My goodness me, I am in a bad temper today all right, two, three, damn, damn, two, three, I am vexed and ratty.
Cor, what a lovely bit of stuff. I’d like to get my fingers around those knockers.
What are you gonna do, bleed on me?
And now over to me.
There have been many stirring tales told of the sea and also some fairly uninteresting ones only marginally connected with it, like this one. Sorry, this isn’t a very good announcement. Sorry.
Now, don’t start that Brian, and go and clean your room out.
They’re a typical Hollywood audience. All the kids are on drugs and all the adults are on roller skates.
Yes, well, of course, this is just the sort blinkered philistine pig ignorance I’ve come to expect from you non-creative garbage.
Start again!
And what are your ladies going to do for us this year?
And now here is a reminder about leaving your radio on during the night: Leave your radio on during the night.
Shabby, Ken Shabby.
Cor, sorry Squire, I’ve gobbed on your carpet.
Funny that penguin being there, isn’t it?
I wonder where that fish has gone.
But what do we really know of this tortured ponce?
Better get a bucket. I’m going to throw up.
We was too late… The Rev. Neuk saw the light.
Make what you like, Boskovitch - it won’t help you in court.
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