Q: Can you send me the Vienna Boys' Choir schedule? (USA)
A: Aus-tri-a is that quaint little country bordering Ger-ma-ny, which is... Oh forget it. Sure, the Vienna Boys Choir plays every Tuesday night in Kings Cross, straight after the hippo races. Come naked.
Woman: Ooh Banjo you're such a sweetheart, come here for a cuddle...such a HANDSOME pussycat...aren't you purring loudly...love the way you head-butt my hand...my special cat... (sigh) I ought to be cooking dinner...that's why I came into the kitchen you see...
Banjo: Mmm. So why do you think I came into the kitchen after you??
What it says about us: Very hot, bitter flavoured water quenches my thirst on a swelteringly hot day by raising my temperature to that of a boiling radiator, so that when I finish the drink the relief is such that I obviously feel cooler... relatively speaking. (I'm British, you see. Ice cold water just doesn't cut it).
In Markham there was a chap called Dai Winding, named after his job of manning the winding gear for bringing the cages up from underground. And of course there was a Dai the Bookie, but that was probably a common name.