"Mr Davros, can you lift your arm above your head?”
Julian is lucky to have a blank canvas regarding hair and I'm sure any old Ecuadorion lacky could nip to Boots for some Nice n Easy.
Every time Haskins gives me and George a bollocking, I put on some native American chanting music.
I dig that Wallander cat, I dig his solemnity and I dig his theme tune.
To show you how much I love real ale, here's a number from my new concept album, Roll Out The Casque Marked, CAMRA-Approved Barrel...
You can get the 'Wiggins look' with little more than pubes and sticky tape.
Any truly intrepid scientist would jump at the chance to go in and have a good old rummage around.
How could Tom stay enthusiastic about a woman whose buttocks could slice a man's leg off?