But for sheer pointless behaviour you’ve got to admire Brian Broomers, the battling British boy who for two weeks has been suspended over a tin of condemned veal.
Say no more!
No… no… children… I know you’re trying to help but
believe me, my mind’s made up. I’ve given this long and careful thought. And it’s medical experiments for the lot of you…
Are you selling something?
Shut up, I want to have a word with you, Frog.
Thank you, brother. Or sister. Where was I?
No, no, I must speak. When I, when I came to this war, I had two arms, two good arms, but when the time came to… to lose one, I … I gave it gladly, I smiled as they cut if off, because I knew there was a future for mankind. I … I knew there was hope… so long as men were prepared to give their limbs. And when the time came for me to give my other arm I… I gave it gladly. I… I sang as they sawed it off.
Look, you stupid bastard, you’ve got no arms left!
Alright, we’ll call it a draw.
Right, here we go. You are hereby charged: one, that you did, on or about 1126, conspire to publicize a London Borough in the course of a BBC sags; two, that you were willfully and persistently a foreigner; three, that you conspired to do 2 things not normally considered illegal; four, that you were caught in possession of an offensive weapon, viz. the big brown table down at the police station.
Blimey, whatever did I give the wife?
My brain hurts!
Me doctor, you nurse.
I’ve just been stabbed by your nurse!
This new housing development in Bristol is one of the most interesting in the country. It’s using a variety of new techniques: shock-proof curtain-walling, a central high voltage, self-generated electricity source, and extruded acrylic fiberglass fitments. It’s also the first major housing project in Britain to be built entirely by characters from nineteenth-century English literature.
The salmon mousse!
My Lord Mayor, Lady Mayoress, it gives me very great pleasure to return to my old school, to present the prizes in this centenary year. This school takes very justifiable pride in its fine record of… aaaaagh!
It reads, ‘Here may be found the last words of Joseph of Arimathea. He who is valiant and pure of spirit may find the Holy Grail in the Castle of aaarrrrggh’.
I’m not sorry to interrupt - I’ll interrupt anything if it gets people looking in my direction - like at my old school where, by a coincidence, the annual prize giving is going on at this very moment.
May I see your silly walk?