But Happiness Is No Respecter

I'm A Bit Of A Coward, And Lazy, Oddly Enough.

It Is Astonishing How Articulate One Can Become When Alone And Raving At A Radio. Arguments And Counter Arguments, Rhetoric And Bombast Flow From One's Lips Like Scurf From The Hair Of A Bank Manager.

Hold The Newsreader's Nose Squarely, Waiter, Or Friendly Milk Will Countermand My Trousers.

When You've Seen A Nude Infant Doing A Backward Somersault You Know Why Clothing Exists.

Well, Isn't It Splendid & Rather Toffee?