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The Depressing Thing About An Englishman's Traditional Love Of Animals Is The Dishonesty Thereof ... Get A Barbed Hook Into The Upper Lip Of A Salmon, Drag Him Endlessly Around The Water Until He Loses His Strength, Pull Him To The Bank, Hit Him On The Head With A Stone, And You May Well Become Fisherman Of The Year. Shoot.the Salmon And You'll Never Be Asked Again.

In Moments Of Considerable Strain, I Tend To Take To Bread-and-butter Pudding. There Is Something About The Blandness Of Soggy Bread, The Crispness Of The Golden Outer Crust And The Unadulterated Pleasure Of A Lightly Set Custard That Makes The World Seem A Better Place To Live.

About One Thing The Englishman Has A Particularly Strict Code. If A Bird Says Cluk Bik Bik Bik Bik And Caw You May Kill It, Eat It Or Ask Fortnums To Pickle It In Napoleon Brandy With Wild Strawberries. If It Says Tweet It Is A Dear And Precious Friend And You'd Better Lay Off It If You Want To Remain A Member Of Boodles.

If You Mind Losing More Than You Enjoy Winning, Don't Bet.

It Is Essential That We Understand People For Who They Are As Individuals And Not The Public Perception Of Them Or Their Family And Past.