Shakespeare is just some bloke who keeps ranting "what light trough yonder window breaks" its the moon for god sakes!

He has a song in his heart for me. I hope it is not "Shut Uppa You Face, Whatsa Matta You.

I am looking at you and you are looking at me. This is very good. I am looking and I am liking. You are looking and you are thinking, 'I hope she doesn't hit me with her crop.' But that is because I am me and you are you.

This is the first day of the rest of my life. So why is my hair sticking up like a cockerel?

Vaisey looked like a startled earwig.

And the kittykats would have to erect scaffolding and a pulley to get him down. Mind you, I wouldn't put that past them. Sometimes when they are behind the sofa supposedly purring, I think they are drilling.

I could have quite literally snogged until the cows came home. And when they came home I would have shouted, "WHAT HAVE YOU COWS COME HOME FOR? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M SNOGGING, YOU STUPID HERBIVORES???