Dulwich College takes me back after seventy years: My Mum must have written one hell of a sick note!
With my wife it was sex, sex, sex...Yes, three times in 35 years.
The last time I was in Spain I got through six Jeffrey Archer novels. I must remember to take enough toilet paper next time.
My father only hit me once, but he used a Volvo.
I got a horse for my wife. I thought it was a fair swap.
Personally, I don't think there's intelligent life on other planets. Why should other planets be any different from this one?