Sober or blotto, this is your motto: keep muddling through.

It is true of course, that I have a will of iron, but it can be switched off if the circumstances seem to demand it.

There was a sound in the background like a distant sheep coughing gently on a mountainside. Jeeves sailing into action.

It is never difficult to distinguish between a Scotsman with a grievance and a ray of sunshine.

Everything in life that’s any fun, as somebody wisely observed, is either immoral, illegal or fattening.

Why don't you get a haircut? You look like a chrysanthemum.

I clutched at the brow. The mice in my interior had now got up an informal dance and were buck-and-winging all over the place like a bunch of Nijinskys.