Television is simultaneously blamed, often by the same people, for worsening the world and for being powerless to change it.

The Canadian version of Julius Caesar's memoirs? I came, I saw, I coped.

His pear-shaped head, I could now see, was situated on top of a pear-shaped body, which his black gown caused to resemble a piece of fruit going to a funeral.

They had a... dog called Bluey. A know psychopath, Bluey would attack himself if nothing else was available.

People should be stopped from writing poetry. There's far too much of it. And if they're any good, they'll go ahead anyways.

My niece is - her name is Sasha, is currently learning Russian at Melbourne University and I look forward to the day when I can talk to her about Pushkin.

A sense of humour is common sense dancing.