Oh Wasn't it naughty of Smudges? Oh, Mummy, I'm sick with disgust. She threww me in front of the judges, And my silly old collar-bone's bust.

Oh Wasn't it naughty of Smudges? Oh, Mummy, I'm sick with disgust. She threww me in front of the judges, And my silly old collar-bone's bust.

I ought to warn you that my verse is of no interest to people who can think.

History must not be written with bias, and both sides must be given, even if there is only one side.

Lovers of Norfolk churches can never agree which is the best and I think one is either a Salle or a Cawston man.

On out deathbeds we're not going to regret all the work we didn't do. We're going to regret all the sex we didn't have!

Imprisoned in a cage of sound, even the trivial seems profound