When I Was A Boy, I Naively

It's One Thing To Ask Your Bank Manager For An Overdraft To Buy 500 Begonias For The Borders In Haslemere, But Quite Another To Seek Financial Succour To Avail Oneself Of The 5-2 They're Offering On Lie De Bourbon For The St Leger.

The Only Reason I Would Have Liked To Have Gone To University Is Because I Like Cricket. Not A Very Good Reason To Want To Go, But As Good As Any, I Suppose.

You Never See A Pretty, Unattached Girl On A Racecourse. But You Often See Positive Gangs Of Rather Unpretty Ones. They Are The Owners Or The Owners' Wives And They Wear Mink In All Weathers And Far Too Much Make-up. For Some Odd Reason, I Can Never Work Out Why They Always Seem To Be Married To Haulage Contractors In The North, Builders In The South And Farmers In The West.

Oh, The Self-importance Of Fading Stars. Never Mind, They Will Be Black Holes One Day.

One Way To Stop A Runaway Horse Is To Bet On Him.