Policemen, Like Red Squirrels, Must Be Protected.

Policemen, Like Red Squirrels, Must Be Protected.

On Our Way Home We Were Waiting For The Bus When A Very Fat, Pompous-looking Woman Reeled Out Of A Pub Shouting, "melancholia? Ad Nauseam."

The Oscar Wilde Of Welfare State Gentility.

With Madness, As With Vomit, It's The Passerby Who Receives The Inconvenience.

You Were Born With Your Legs Apart. They'll Send You To The Grave In A Y-shaped Coffin.