Jack, get a grip of yourself.' I have a grip of myself.' Jack took a grip of himself. It was a most intimate grip; not the kind of grip that you usually take of yourself in public.

It was joy, joy, happy joy. Happy, happy joy. A big fat smiley sun rose above the rooftops and beamed down its blessings onto the borough known as Brentford.

Everyone misbehaves,' said Eddie. 'That's nature. Everyone gets away with as much as they can get away with. And the more they can get away with, the more they will.

Only if I am going to die, I should prefer to die as I have lived, drunkenly.

What is believed to be a fact is only a fact until another fact supersedes it. Science is only a fashion. Nothing more.

Oh dear,' said Eddie. 'We'd better hurry. Tinto, call me a cab.' All right,' said Tinto. 'You're a cab.

Now, it's a fact well known to those who know it well that prophets of doom only attain popularity when they get the drinks in all around.