My Lad Chewed And Swallowed A Dictionary.

I Toyed With The Idea Of Playing Ravel's 'pavane Pour Une Infante Defunte' But I Couldn't Remember If It's A Tune Or Latin Prescription For Piles.

I'm Often Accused Of Saying Some Pretty Rotten Things About My Mother-in-law. But Quite Honestly, She's Only Got One Major Fault - It's Called Breathing.

I've Just Had Some Bad News. Tomorrow Is The Mother In Law's Funeral. And She's Cancelled It.

Despite The Fact That Feminists Say They're Not Getting A Fair Deal, Women Are Still Very Powerful.

I Used To Sell Furniture For A Living. The Trouble Was, It Was My Own.