Its All In The Mind, You Know.

To Harry Secombe: I Hope You Die First As I Don't Want You Singing At My Funeral.

Many People Die Of Thirst But The Irish Are Born With One.

It Was A Perfect Marrige. She Didn`t Want To And He Couldn`t

I Thought I'd Begin By Reading A Poem By Shakespeare, But Then I Thought, Why Should I? He Never Reads Any Of Mine.

Any Man Can Be 62, But It Takes A Bus To Be 62a.