Wives And Such Are Constantly Filling Up

When I Find Someone I Respect Writing About An Edgy, Nervous Wine That Dithered In The Glass, I Cringe. When I Hear Someone I Don't Respect Talking About An Austere, Unforgiving Wine, I Turn A Bit Austere And Unforgiving Myself. When I Come Across Stuff Like That And Remember About The Figs And Bananas, I Want To Snigger Uneasily. You Can Call A Wine Red, And Dry, And Strong, And Pleasant. After That, Watch Out.

I Sometimes Feel That More Lousy Dishes Are Presented Under The Banner Of Pate Than Any Other.

I'll Pour You The First One And After That, If You Don't Have One, It's Your Own F****** Fault. You Know Where It Is.

If You Are Using An Adverb, You Have Got The Verb Wrong.

One Of The Great Benefits Of Organised Religion Is That You Can Be Forgiven Your Sins, Which Must Be A Wonderful Thing. I Mean, I Carry My Sins Around With Me, There's Nobody There To Forgive Them.