A Murderer Is Only An Extroverted Suicide.

In 1945, Peace Broke Out. It Was The End Of The Joke. Joke Warfare Was Banned At A Special Session Of The Geneva Convention, And In 1950 The Last Remaining Copy Of The Joke Was Laid To Rest Here In The Berkshire Countryside, Never To Be Told Again.

Mcgough: I'm Sorry. I'm Afraid I've Caught Poetry. Mr Bones: Oh Really? Well, Don't Worry, Sir - I Used To Suffer From Short Stories. Mcgough: Really? When? Mr Bones: Oh, Once Upon A Time...

We Don't Deliberately Set Out To Offend. Unless We Feel It's Justified.

One Thing For Sure - A Sheep Is Not A Creature Of The Air.

I Hope I Will Have Achieved Something Lasting.