But they're laughing at you. They're not laughing with you.
Television contracts the imagination and radio expands it.
Who knows what hellish future lies ahead? ... Actually, I do. I've seen the rehearsals.
Worried about a skin condition? Leap smartly into a bath of porridge.
Don't start drinking before the fifth song.
I suppose I should make a little apology to Cyndi - although I'm not taking the blame for this - because I was the one who did say Cyndi had won.