Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
It must be a very quiet angle-grinder, mine makes a dreadful racket.
Note the empty chair... spooky, eh?
Maybe you forgot to take off your ear protection?
Maybe I forgot to work?
Be careful what you say or the devil baby might appear.
I hope I would react like the man in the yellow jacket...
Too distraught and tired to look at it tonight, Britta. Maybe tomorrow.
Oo-er The Tremeloes. Played at my college ball in 19filthylie. Used the girls changing rooms as their green room. Waved me to join them in the interval ( after John Cleese doing a monologue) but I was dancing with the new young love of my life and refrained though flattered. Silence is golden.
Or 'Goaden' as we say here in the West Country.