Joe, on the monitor: “Stop talkin’, Mama! What you laughin’, Mama?!” Go to sleep!
Joe asked me what we’re doing this weekend. I asked him what he wants to do. He said, “Errrr… go norf London?”
Harry’s doing a concert in the lounge. He just said “Have we got any fireworks? Small ones – sparklers? How about a dancefloor?”
Harry has a friend round. He just showed him one of my books and said “As you can see, Middy is a publisher…”
Joe: “Jus’ a minute. Jus’ drawin’ happy. On wall.” Aww. Wait. On WALL?!
Harry: “What’s a deadline? Is it when you don’t do your book on time, your agent gets you… dead?” Yes. Yes, it is.