To Betty Boothroyd:
Oh Betty Boothroyd, now you're speaker, No more talk of the weaker sex. And if they ignore your "Order! Order!", Simply break the bastards' necks! | Brighton 13 Jun 1992 |
To Julius Caesar on the Ides of March:
May we remind you, We're all behind you. | Brighton 13 Jun 1992 |
To Mark Thatcher, taking his driving test:
Get lost! | Brighton 13 Jun 1992 |
To Jeremy Beadle, on the first night of a new series of Beadle's About
Get lost! | Brighton 13 Jun 1992 |
To Hannibal Lechter:
The name's Jeremy Beadle. Bon appetit. | Brighton 13 Jun 1992 |
To Archduke Ferdinand:
Welcome to Sarajevo. Have a nice day! | Brighton 13 Jun 1992 |
To Ted Heath:
For years you were persona non grata, You were viewed as a rotten egg, But now Mr. Heath, you've a garter To snap around your podgy leg. | Brighton 13 Jun 1992 |
To Gerald Kaufmann:
You really are a shooting star. Come out, come out, wherever you are. | Brighton 13 Jun 1992 |
To Mark Thatcher:
You're a barron. Wish your mother had been. | Brighton 13 Jun 1992 |