You mean he’s full of meaty by-products?

11:21.

Joseph Poohole is the icing on the cake.

Not having that, @stevet. Yes, you’re right about the Victoria outbreak, but the root cause (geddit?) of that was the Victoria government giving the job of policing quarantine to private security firms who in turn […]

Let’s add a touch of class.

Can’t believe I forgot Dinner Ladies in the fave TV comedy thread. Love it to bits.

‘Male maintenance person entering female lavatory area…’

There was a Rowan & Martin’s Laugh In skit where a guy in full Native American gear goes into a restaurant and asks for a table. ‘Have you got a reservation?’ ask the waiter. Cue much mugging at the camera…

Never been here, but it raises a smile every time I go past…

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We’re talking apples and oranges here, aren’t we? Wasn’t saying it was the best opening sentence ever, just that it draws you in and makes you want to read on.

You’re a Durrell? Cool.
I guess the most approachable of his books are the Corfu ones – Bitter Lemons, Prospero’s Cell. The only fiction I’ve read is The Alexandria Quartet – Justine, Balthazar etc – which I […]

Fiction. Being told they have no sense of humour makes them laugh.

I thought Iris Murdoch and I were through many years ago, but on a whim the other day I picked up her first novel, Under the Net, and it’s brilliant, way more brilliant than I remembered. Picaresque and funny, who’da thunk?

Give The Colossus of Maroussi a go – travelling in Greece just before the way with dear, dear Larry Durrell. I think it’s his best book. Here’s how it starts:

I WOULD NEVER HAVE GONE TO GREECE HAD IT NOT been […]

I was being mildly satirical.

Knackered Bristols. Hurrr…

Guardian is your friend, as always. It’s unreasonable to expect an ordinary human being to explain it.

Yes. 18m people arrived in UK in the first 3 months of this year before lockdown, and only a couple of hundred were quarantined. Oops.

You pay Mrs Wells, or is this another seamstress altogether?

True that. However, I suspect the prospective seamstress would just tell me to lose weight.

And Nat King Coltrane?

Subtle portmanteau work there, I would submit.

You’ve heard of them, possibly?