Uncanny. It’s like she’s here in the room with me.

Ogden Ends

Hilda 13, Revisited

On The Bins Again

Magnificent.

I ain’t gonna snack on Alma’s barms no more

Blood on’t Tracks

Percy Sugden: Man of Pearce*

*she wishes

Edit: Phyllis and Bob…never seen in the the same vocal booth at the the same time, amirite

‘Alabaster DePlume, Rodders, Alabaster DePlume!’

He was in the last place that he looked!

That works for me.

Let me know what time you’d like to rock up.

PS the post-prandial Port will be Quink – you ok with that?

*cough*Ascuetlaxochitl!*cough*
– Eric Morecambe

Ah, the eternal conflict between the Beauty and the Beast, the Fragrant and the Foul, the Krug and the Shepherds Pie, ect ect.

’twas ever thus.

Nothing wrong with Shepherds Pie though but.

“Sooooo…which one’s Crisis?’

Is that a Poinsettia garni at the right, there?

A soupçon of soup, son.

Whither snaggohs?

‘Wellington’ rather than ‘Winchester’.

He passed off ‘…Wellington’ as ‘…Wellington College, Berkshire’, whereas in fact he actually went to Wellington School, in Wellington, Somerset.

Beautifully, perfectly expressed. Thankyou, @boneshaker.

She seemed like a lovely person: grounded, modest, humble. And, for me, she had an absolutely ‘benchmark’ female singing voice: fluid, strong, kind, wise, […]

Oui Ouilly Paris.

‘Man on, Descrote!’ is a warning shout given by your big French centre-back to his right-midfielder as he attempts to salvage poor distribution by the keeper.

How much wood would Edward Woodward have had if that wasn’t Britt’s bottom?

Or indeed any of us*?

(*Afterblerks only, obvs)

PS ‘Crazy Legs Colon’. Yeah, I’ve had a bit of trouble like that myself. […]