Now we’ve taken this theory one stage further. If we increase the size of the penguin until it is the same height as the man and then compare the relative brain sizes, we now find that the penguin’s brain is still smaller. But, and this is the point, it is larger than it was.
it was the salmon mousse!
And then some adenoidal typists from Birmingham with flabby white legs and diarrhea trying to pick up hairy bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel and once a week there’s an excursion to the local Roman Remains to buy cherryade and melted ice cream and bleeding Watney’s Red Barrel and one evening you visit the so called typical restaurant with local color and atmosphere and you sit next to a party from Rhyl who keep singing “Torremolinos, torremolinos” and complaining about the food - “It’s so greasy isn’t it?” - and you get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic camera and Dr. Scholl sandals and last Tuesday’s Daily Express and he drones on and on about how Mr. Smith should be running this country and how many languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up over the Cuba Libres.
August 18th. Fell off near Bovey Tracey. The pump caught in my trouser leg, and my sandwiches were badly crushed.
‘To Ma Own Beloved Mary.
A poem on her 17th birthday.’
Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday,
I’m absolutely skint
But I’m expecting a postal order
And I can pay you back
As soon as it comes.
Good morning, Mr. Jenkins. ICI have increased their half-yearly dividend, I see.
Uh, they’ve had a basic medical training, yes.
Five, four, three, two, one, zero! Right!
I had a budgie once you know, amusing little chap, used to stick his head in a bell … what was his name, now … Joey? … Xerxes? …
Well it’s got some rat in it.
I don’t like spam!
I preferred the dirty version.
Hands off, you filthy bally froggie!
And there was much rejoicing.
yay.
That’s just what Jesus said.
You’re in luck. Here’s the Lord Mayor.
Mr. and Mrs. Watson of Ivy Cottage, Worplesdon Road, Hull, chose a very cunning way of not being seen. When we called at their house, we found that they had gone away on two weeks holiday. They had not left any forwarding address, and they had bolted and barred the house to prevent us from getting in. However a neighbor told us where they were.
(BOOM!)
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.
Hello. I would like to buy a fish license, please.
Ee ecky thump!