Two Fat Ladies, 88! Not

I Wasn't A Naturally Confident, Extravert, Outgoing Person.

I Like The British Public. There Is Something In This Country Called Tall Poppy Syndrome. You're Good But You're Not That Good, Pal, Ok? The Natural State Of Our Nation Is Slightly Miserable, And Probably The Healthier For It. In America You Don't Get A Key Down The Side Of Your Bentley.

Two Fat Ladies, 88! Not That You'd Find These Ladies At A Bingo Hall, Of Course... They're Altogether A Higher Class Of Fat Lady.

The Truth Is Somewhere In The Middle Of Funny And Serious.

A Friend Of Mine Once Said He Like His Women Like His Parmesan: Strong Smelling And Shaved. I Don't Agree With That, But I Don't Like Hairy Women.