I Don't Want To Talk To You

Oh Lord Please Don't Burn Us Don't Kill Or Toast Your Flock. Don't Put Us On The Barbecue Or Simmer Us In Stock. Don't Bake Or Baste Or Boil Us Or Stir-fry Us In A Wok.

Tis But A Scratch!" "a Scratch? Your Arm's Off!" "no It Isn't." "then What's That?" "oh Come On, Pansy!

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...

My Philosophy, Like Color Television, Is All There In Black And White.

There Is No Cannibalism In The British Navy, Absolutely None. And When I Say None, I Mean There Is A Certain Amount, More Than I Personally Admit.