Bed is the perfect climate.

Sunburn is very becoming - but only when it is even - one must be careful not to look like a mixed grill.

Though the fact that they have to be rebuilt And frequently mortgaged to the hilt Is inclined to take the gilt Off the gingerbread, And certainly damps the fun Of the eldest son.

Labour leaders lead us all, though we know they bleed us all. Cheer our new Decline and Fall, Gibbon might have dreamed it all.

I can't sing, but I know how to, which is quite different.

Christmas is at our throats again.

It's like this, dear boy, the one in front is blind and the kind one behind is pushing him.