I Cut Down Trees, I Skip And

There Is Nothing Better Than Playing A Scene With John Cleese Or Maggie Smith. It's Electric. But I Don't Think I'm The Sort Of Person Who Needs To Have An Outer Ego In Order To Produce Something. I Realised That Through The Travel Programmes.

When In Doubt, Resort To Animation.

First Shalt Thou Take Out The Holy Pin. Then Shalt Thou Count To Three, No More-no Less. Three Shall Be The Number Thou Shalt Count, And The Number Of The Counting Shall Be Three. Four Shalt Thou Not Count, Neither Count Thou Two, Excepting That Thou Then Proceed To Three. Five Is Right Out. Once The Number Three, Being The Third Number, Be Reached, Then Lobbest Thou Thy Holy Hand Grenade Of Antioch Towards Thy Foe, Who, Being Naughty In My Sight, Shall Snuff It.

Now, What Sort Of Person Would Write A Scene Where A Young Man Stumbles Upon A Castle Full Only Of Beautiful Young Women? Answer: Me!

The Buddhist Version Of Poverty Is A Situation Where You Have Nothing To Contribute.