I've Known Nicholas Parsons For A Fairly

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.

I Find It Hard To Say, Because When I Was There It Seemed To Be Shut.

There's No Law That Decrees When Not To Whinge, But You Reach A Certain Age - 80 Seems About Right - When You're Expected To Manifest Querulousness - The Coffee's Too Hot, The Boiled Egg's Too Soft.

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.

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.