Middle age is when, whenever you go on holiday, you pack a sweater.
A counter tenor is anyone who can count to ten.
I defy anyone to get a decision that quickly these days.
And when you're on your own there is that terrifying possibility that you may be the only person on the planet who thinks it's funny - and you have no way of finding out.
What is a harp but an oversized cheese slicer with cultural pretensions?
There's an unseen force which lets birds know when you've just washed your car.