you ever have that feeling when you step down onto a footstep that isn't there?

The stationmaster's whiskers are of a Victorian bushiness and give the impression of having been grown under glass.

It was my Uncle George who discovered that alcohol was a food well in advance of modern medical thought.

That is life. Just one long succession of misunderstandings and rash acts and what not. Absolutely.

I am told by those who know that there are six varieties of hangover-the Broken Compass, the Sewing Machine, the Comet, the Atomic, the Cement Mixer and the Gremlin Boogie, and his manner suggested that he had got them all.

I go in for what is known in the trade as 'light writing' and those who do that - humorists they are sometimes called - are looked down upon by the intelligentsia and sneered at.

One of the drawbacks to life is that it contains moments when one is compelled to tell the truth.