Brighton Is A Beautiful Seaside

There's No Question That Ghosts Exist. The Big Question For Me Is Whether Ghosts Are Simply Electronic Imprints Left In The Walls Or The Atmosphere Of Places, Or Whether They Do Actually Represent Something From The Afterlife.

If You Go Into A Bar Or Restaurant With A Cop, The First Thing He Does Is He'll Stand In The Entrance, And He'll Look At Every Single Face In That Room Because He Doesn't Want To Spend An Hour Having A Drink Or Lunch And Didn't Spot Some Villain They've Been Looking For, For Two Years.

There's A Difference Between What I Call A Dumb Ghost And A Smart Ghost. The Smart Ghost Is Hamlet's Father - You Know, He Says, "get Revenge, My Son!" That's Incredibly Rare. It's Much More The Grey Lady In The Same Place Everyday, Moving Across The Floor.

Most Good Police Officers Are Very Open-minded. The Bad Ones Are The Ones Who Are Close-minded.

Branson Ate His Salad, And Left The Rest Of His Fish Untouched, While Grace Tucked Into His Steak And Kidney Pudding With Relish. 'i Read A While Ago,' He Told Branson, 'that The French Drink More Red Wine Than The English But Live Longer. The Japanese Eat More Fish Than The English But Drink Less Wine And Live Longer. The Germans Eat More Red Meat Than The English, And Drink More Beer And They Live Longer Too. You Know The Moral Of This Story? 'no' 'it's Not What You Eat Or Drink - It's Speaking English That Kills You.