The salmon mousse!
Oh, shit, it’s Mr. Creosote!
Some people have made the mistake of seeing Shunt’s work as a load of rubbish about railway timetables, but clever people like me, who talk loudly in restaurants, see this as a deliberate ambiguity, a plea for understanding in a mechanized world. The points are frozen, the beast is dead. What is the difference? What indeed is the point?
We are no longer the Knights Who Say Ni.
After a few moments I perceived a line of gentlemen with rifles. They were looking in my direction… I looked around but could not see the target.
“You don’t cook a piston engine.”
“Well, you can’t eat it raw.”
Don’t you ‘shhhh’ me. Eighteen years of total silence, and you ‘shhhh’ me!
O Knights who… until recently said Ni!
Yes take my word for it, Marge. Kevin’s eaten most of the early nineteenth-century British landscape artists, and I’ve learnt not to worry. As a matter of fact, I feel a bit peckish myself.
And so you shall!
Hello, good evening and welcome to another edition of Blood Devastation Death War and Horror, and later on we’ll be meeting a man who does gardening.
Contempt of court. However, I’m not going to punish you, because we’re so short of judges at the moment, what with all of them emigrating to South Africa.
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?”
Yes, yes, as a matter of fact you can, actually I was interested in the possibility… of purchasing one of your … can I ask who you thought I was?
Give him another twenty seconds.
Are you going to be in there all night?
Do you mind if I sit down for a minute and collect my wits?
There is much danger … for beyond the cave lies the Gorge
of Eternal Peril which no man has ever crossed.
Albatross!
Another man who had his head nailed to the floor was Stig O’ Tracy.