If only Bicycle Repair Man were here!
Righto!
Then I would like a statement to that effect signed by the Lord Mayor.
Now wait there stranger. A man can run and run for year after year until he realizes that what he’s running from …is hisself.
I’m afraid I cannot comment on that until it’s been officially hushed up.
Splunge!
I’m afraid we’re fresh out of Red Leicester, sir.
And what exactly are the commercial possibilities of ovine aviation?
I thought he’d never ask.
I’m afraid what you’ve got hold of there is an anteater.
A lot of people have asked us why we don’t use fly spray. Well, where’s the sport in that?
I want to have Raquel Welch dropped on top of me.
Nurse!
And now your second question for the blow on the head is, what is the main food that penguins eat?
Brie, Roquefort, Pont-l’Évêque, Port Salut, Savoyard, Saint-Paulin, Carre-de-L’Est, Boursin, Bresse-Bleu, Perle de Champagne, Camenbert?
There goes a brave man. Whether he comes out alive or not, this will surely be remembered as one of the most courageous and gallant acts in police history.
Hello, children, hello. Here is this morning’s story. Are you ready? Then we’ll begin.
Say no more!
Oh, that’s very good. ‘You will have lunch with a schoolfriend of Duane Eddy’s, who will insist on whistling some of Duane’s greatest instrumental hits. In the afternoon you will die, you will be buried…’
We’ve got a number requested by Pip, Pauline, Nigel, Tarquin, and old Spotty - Tarquin’s mother - a little number specially written for the pubescence of ex-King Zog of Albania, and it’s entitled ‘Art Gallery’. Hope you like it.