Cor, Love A Duck. And Also Lawks-a-mercy.

Dad At Breakfast Today Being Very Quiet. I Notice He Is Clean Shaven. I Said To Him, "vati, What Has Happened To The Little Beaver That Used To Live On The End Of Your Chin?

Love Is A Many Trousered Thing.

Shakespeare Is Just Some Bloke Who Keeps Ranting "what Light Trough Yonder Window Breaks" Its The Moon For God Sakes!

I Will Not Have Him In My Brain;there Is No Room For Anyone Else In The Cakeshop Of Agony. It's Crowded Enough In There Already.

Mum Said, "it Is The Thought That Counts." And I Said, "i Know, Which Is Why I Am Ringing The Authorities Right Now. Anyone Who Thinks Like She Does Should Be Locked Up Out Of Harm's Way.