I Don't Read The Sunday Papers; Or

Mostly I Sit At Home In The Evenings Watching The Box And Hoping That One Day I'll Evolve Into Plankton.

At Any Given Time, Ninety-nine-point-nine-five Per Cent Of The Human Race Are A Confounded Nuisance

American-style Iced Tea Is The Perfect Drink For A Hot, Sunny Day. It's Never Really Caught On In The Uk, Probably Because The Last Time We Had A Hot, Sunny Day Was Back In 1957.

It Was Irritating To Have One's Physical Shortcomings Pointed Out Quite So Plainly Twice In One Evening, Once By A Beautiful Girl And Once By A Dying Badger.

Luck, Like A Russian Car, Generally Only Works If You Push It.