Lemon curry?
Say no more!
Do you mind if I sit down for a minute and collect my wits?
Honestly, darling, I’m so embarrassed. I mean to serve salmon with botulism at a dinner party is social death.
Many people in this country are becoming increasingly worried about bull-fighting. They say it’s not only cruel, vicious and immoral, but also blatantly unfair. Given this basic inequality what can be done to make bull-fighting safer? We asked Brigadier Arthur Farquar-Smith, Chairman of the British Well-Basically Club.
You shouldn’t have said that, sir. You’ve hurt his feelings now.
I’m going to lay down some sheep poison.
You haven’t got anything a little more halibutish?
Who’s that shouting?
She turned me into a newt!
Well I got better.
Ah, John. Allow me to introduce my next-door neighbour. John Stokes, this is A Snivelling Little Rat-Faced Git. Ah!
I saw that look in your eye.
*When danger reared its ugly head
He bravely turned his tail and fled!
It’s a man outside Number 24.
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore
Riding through the land
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore
Without a merry band
He steals from the poor
And gives to the rich
Stupid bitch
You’re a loony!
Who’s for fruit cake?
There’s a dead bishop on the landing.
Tish tish. No matter. Well, stout yeoman, four ounces of Caerphilly, if you please.