Pattycake, Pattycake, Baker's Man; Good Morning, Madam,

Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones, But Words Will Make Me Go In A Corner And Cry By Myself For Hours.

When I Was 23 I Started Writing For I'm Sorry I'll Read That Again And Was Paid Three Guineas For Every Minute's Airtime.

A Nod's As Good As A Wink To A Blind Bat!

I Will Jump On Anybody's Private Plane At The Drop Of A Hat. I'm An Old-fashioned Lower-middle-class Boy.

Writers Tend To Suffer From Back Problems Because They Spend Their Time Bent Over A Desk.