I Fart In Your General Direction.

You See, I Don't Belive That Libraries Should Be Drab Places Where People Sit In Silence, That Has Been The Main Reason For Our Policy Of Employing Wild Animals As Librarians.

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...

Kilimanjaro Is A Pretty Tricky Climb You Know, Most Of It's Up Until You Reach The Very Very Top, And Then It Tends To Slope Away Rather Sharply.

This Parrot Is No More. It Has Ceased To Be. It's Expired And Gone To Meet Its Maker. This Is A Late Parrot. It's A Stiff. Bereft Of Life, It Rests In Peace. If You Hadn't Nailed It To The Perch, It Would Be Pushing Up The Daisies. It's Rung Down The Curtain And Joined The Choir Invisible. This Is An Ex-parrot.

Stormy In Love, Stormy In Interviews, Breakfast In Bed - That's Me, Love.