Huddled together in a conspiratorial cluster ...

The hair pulling nun ...

Back to the Fifties Again.

Why did he put it down Gary's neck?

Red and blotchety ...

Admittedly, this was partly my fault ...

A very naughty hound ...

A total mathematical dunce ...

Too many 'isms.'

I didn't need this.

" .. .You've got to write it in verse ..."

The power and mysticism of Christmas.

I really didn't have the time for all this.

What had I let myself in for?