The Castle Aaahhhgggg - our quest is at an end.

He's not the Messiah - he's a very naughty boy.

He's not pining, he's passed on. This parrot is no more. He has ceased to be. He's expired and gone to meet his maker. He's a stiff, bereft of life, he rests in peace. If you hadn't have nailed him to the perch he'd be pushing up the daisies. He's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot!

Honesty, simplicity and truth are the secret to his comedy,

No it can't! An argument is a connected series of statements intended to establish a proposition.

Oh Lord please don't burn us don't kill or toast your flock Don't put us on the barbecue or simmer us in stock, Don't bake or baste or boil us or stir-fry us in a wok

It's funny, isn't it? How your best friend can just blow up like that?

This morning, shortly after 11 oclock, comedy struck this little house in Dibbley road. Sudden, violent comedy.

Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government!

Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help! I'm being repressed!