Policemen, Like Red Squirrels, Must Be Protected.

On Our Way Home We Were Waiting For The Bus When A Very Fat, Pompous-looking Woman Reeled Out Of A Pub Shouting, "melancholia? Ad Nauseam."

Every Luxury Was Lavished On You - Atheism, Breastfeeding, Circumcision.

God Is A Gentleman. He Prefers Blondes

Reading Isn't An Occupation We Encourage Among Police Officers. We Try To Keep The Paperwork Down To A Minimum.

With Madness, As With Vomit, It's The Passerby Who Receives The Inconvenience.