What do you mean? I have to push the pram a lot. A newt? I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty-headed animal food trough water! I fart in your general direction! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries! Now leave before I am forced to taunt you a second […]
We found them. Camelot! Found them? In Mercia?! The coconut’s tropical! And this isn’t my nose. This is a false one. I’m not a witch. He hasn’t got shit all over him. …Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate? Camelot! The nose? I’m not a witch. Be quiet! We want a shrubbery!! Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing