I'm A Horse Of A Man!

I Wore A Groove In The Kitchen Floor With Endless Trips To The Fridge, Hoping Against Hope That I Had Somehow Missed A Plateful Of Cold Sausages On The Previous 4,000 Excursions. Then, For No Obvious Reason, I Decided To Buy A Footstool.

Usually, A Range Rover Would Be Beaten Away From The Lights By A Diesel Powered Wheelbarrow.

I Started To Realise That Being Impolite Saves An Awful Lot Of Time And Costs You Nothing.

In The Olden Days I Always Got The Impression That Tvr Built A Car, Put It On Sale, And Then Found Out How It Handled. Usually When One Of Their Customers Wrote To The Factory Complaining About How Dead He Was.

Boredom Forces You To Ring People You Haven’t Seen For Eighteen Years And Halfway Through The Conversation You Remember Why You Left It So Long. Boredom Means You Start To Read Not Only Mail-order Catalogues But Also The Advertising Inserts That Fall On The Floor. Boredom Gives You Half A Mind To Get A Gun And Go Berserk In The Local Shopping Centre, And You Know Where This Is Going. Eventually, Boredom Means You Will Take Up Golf.