Whenever someone like a plumber or a mechanic tries to explain something technical to me, I listen for about three seconds before it all just becomes white noise, like Charlie Brown's teacher.

The mechanic could lift up the bonnet of the car and show me four dwarves strapped to a pair of tandems and tell me that the motor was actually dwarf-powered and that one of the little fellows had to be replaced, and I'd just be numbly writing out a cheque and scribbling 'new dwarf - car' on the stub.

Charlie Brown is almost a tragic figure.

I was a big 'Charlie Brown' fan as a kid.

In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.

A Charlie Brown Christmas.