Christmas Is At Our Throats

I'm An Enormously Talented Man, And There's No Use Pretending That I'm Not.

Mad Dogs And Englishmen Go Out In The Mid-day Sun.

Labour Leaders Lead Us All, Though We Know They Bleed Us All. Cheer Our New Decline And Fall, Gibbon Might Have Dreamed It All.

Familiarity Breeds Contempt, But Without A Little Familiarity It's Impossible To Breed Anything.

I've Sometimes Thought Of Marrying - And Then I've Thought Again.