Why do I drink Champagne for breakfast? Doesn't everyone?
I never cared who scored the goal, or which side won the silver cup. I never learned to bat or bowl; but I heard the curtain going up.
Having to read footnotes resembles having to go downstairs to answer the door while in the midst of making love.
The pleasures that once were heaven look silly at sixty-seven.
How about slipping out of those wet things and into a dry Martini?
Many years ago I remember a famous actress explaining to me with perfect seriousness that before making an entrance she always stood aside to allow God to go on first. I can also remember that on that particular occasion He gave a singularly uninspired performance.