The Rattle Of Plastic Keys Reminds Me

When I Was Young I Never Believed That Australia Was Anything Else Except Blessed. I Thought It Was A Little Dull When I Was Young, But That Was 'cause I Was A Snob.

Fiction Is Life With The Dull Bits Left Out.

When You Cut It Up, Put The Pieces In Your Mouth And Swallowed Them, The British Hamburger Shaped Itself To The Bottom On Your Stomach Like Ballast, While Interacting With Your Gastric Juices To Form An Incipient Belch Of Enormous Potential, An Airship Which Had Been Inflated In A Garage. This Belch, When Silently Released, Would Cause People Standing Twenty Yards Away To Start Examining The Soles Of Their Shoes. The Vocalized Version Sounded Like A Bag Of Tools Thrown Into A Bog.

In London There Was No Home Cooking Worthy Of The Name. When You Were In Funds You Ate Out. But Only The People Whose Faces Appeared In Such Publications As Town And Queen Could Afford To Eat In Restaurants Serving Food Which Would Leave Them Looking And Feeling Better Instead Of Worse.

A Sceptic Finds Dallas Absurd. A Cynic Thinks The Public Doesn't