It's just a pity that I have never yet been able to find an off-the-rack hat big enough for me, and I can't be bothered going to a milliner to get one made.

Move over Max Quordlepleen, say a big hello to Max Headroom! I b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-saw you at the ferry terminal in Dover last week, actually ...

And our underarm hair is, to my knowledge, the outcome of an unholy alliance between the current version of the common deity and Wilkinson Sword. All this evolutionary crap ... pshaaaaw!


The idiot also known as Capfka ...