He Must Have Been An Incredibly Good

Christmas Is At Our Throats Again.

I'll Go Through Life Either First Class Or Third, But Never In Second.

At Twelve Noon, The Natives Swoon And No Further Work Is Donebut Mad Dogs And Englishmen, Go Out In The Midday Sun.

As One Gets Older, One Discovers Everything Is Going To Be Exactly The Same With Different Hats On.

I Don't Much Care For Hollywood, I'd Rather Have A Nice Cup Of Cocoa.