The orange-rumped agouti answered the door. Only useful animal you ever bought, that.
Bloody Romans.
He’s looking for a pole no one else knows about. That ties in with the sand. Right. Paint the sand yellow again. Okay, let’s get this show on the road. ‘Scott of the Sahara.’
Hello. So… where do we stand? Where do we stand? Where do we sit? Where do we come? Where do we go? What do we do? What do we say? What do we eat? What do we drink? What do we think? What do we do?
Look there’s not really a great deal of point in your, sort of hanging on at your end, because I’m afraid there aren’t any more jokes or anything.
Say no more!
I have not been washing very thoroughly for many years now.
We admit that there have been outbreaks of hanging rcently, but the police are trying to keep the situation under control.
I’m not dead yet.
Well, he’s…he’s, ah…probably pining for the fjords.
Well, you can’t blame British Rail for that.
Well the answers were as follows: 1) the left hand, 2) no, 3) normal, 4) yes it has, in 1963 when a bird got caught in the mechanism. How did you get on?
I didn’t know ants had six legs, Marcus!
Out of the door, line on the left, one cross each.
It’s very good about the spectacles.
Well, I’m afraid we’re having a little trouble getting this very exciting Icelandic saga started.
We’ve just heard that something is happening in the Hide-and-Seek final, so let’s go straight over there.
What other ways are there of recognizing a mason?
No. 1. The Larch.
I want to go home.