There are those lunatic people who always prophesy the end of the world. I belong to them.

Don’t put off till tomorrow anyone you could be doing today.

If you sit on an airplane and you tell the English person sitting next to you that you have a bomb in your bag, they would probably be pissed off. Not as much pissed off as if you were talking to them all the time during the journey, but still, quite pissed off.

It is a well-known fact that English people never know anything. They only think. The only exception they know and they are sure about in the whole world is Marmite. ‘Love it or hate it.’ There are no other options; there is no space for grey space.

In the mind of The English, kissing in the rain, as well as other public displays of affection, belongs to the category of soft porn. Sane people don’t do soft porn in public. Only animals do. And aliens.

By Gad,' exclaimed Welsh, 'I’d manage a nunnery for £500!'

'I daresay you would, but a suicidal, and possibly homicidal, lunatic isn’t a nunnery.'

Welsh looked at his friend with diminished respect.