I Can't Stand Folk Who Are All

I Wouldn't Say I Was Grumpy. It's More Pathological - I Have Seismic Tantrums. I Get Red In The Face And Cry At Least Three Times A Week, And I Have To Lie Down And Have A Nap Afterwards.

Well, I Really Don't Like Heights. I Don't Get On The Top Deck Of A Double-decker Because That's A Bit High For Me. I Always Feel That I'm Going To Hurl Myself Off, So Heights Are A Problem.

A Good Fart Joke Makes Me Bawl With Laughter, So Will Somebody Farting. And The Word 'poo.' You Can't Beat A Good Poo Joke.

My Older Sister Is Bossy, My Brother Is A Stirrer And Me - Well, I Am Perfect!

I've Got This Horrible Feeling That I'm One Of Those People Who'll Always Have To Flog Their Guts Out To Get Anywhere.