The Maid Screamed. The Queen

The Fine Line Between Roaring With Laughter And Crying Because It's A Disaster Is A Very, Very Fine Line. You See A Chap Slip On A Banana Skin In The Street And You Roar With Laughter When He Falls Slap On His Backside. If In Doing So You Suddenly See He's Broken A Leg, You Very Quickly Stop Laughing And It's Not A Joke Anymore.

Give Us Strength, Oh Lord, To Let Our Children Starve.

Writing Is Mainly Perspiration, Not Inspiration.

Nobody Gets A Nervous Breakdown Or A Heart Attack From Selling Kerosene To Gentle Country Folk From The Back Of A Tanker In Somerset.

For Me, The Pleasure Of Writing Comes With Inventing Stories.