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That reminds me: ‘My mother-in-law, if she was a pest controller, the mice would throw themselves on the traps’
Copyright, the late great Les Dawson.
Ah, Les. “There’s been no washing up done in this house since the dog died.”
“I don’t know why the wife thinks I’ve got a down on her mother. I ask her round to ours every Christmas day. Next year, I might let her in.”
And Banks thinks Major was unpopular; how about Blair, with his £12M per annum income and his £0.3M tax payments? Very topical example of shameless greed and legal fiddling, I’d have thought.
I refuse to join a club that would consider the likes of me for membership.
‘Let us endeavour so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.’
Mark Twain