On a train, why do I always end up sitting next to the woman who's eating the individual fruit pie by sucking the filling out through the hole in the middle?
Victoria WoodI can remember when pants were pants. You wore them for twenty years, then you cut them down for pan scrubs. Or quilts.
Victoria WoodI wouldn't kidnap a man for sex - I'm not saying I couldn't use someone to oil the mower.
Victoria Wood