'There are moments, Jeeves, when one asks oneself, "Do trousers matter?"' ‘The mood will pass, sir.’ - P. G. Wodehouse

Bradbury Fisher shuddered from head to foot, and his legs wobbled like asparagus stalks.

I remember when I was a kid at school having to learn a poem of sorts about a fellow named Pig-something — a sculptor he would have been, no doubt — who made a statue of a girl, and what should happen one morning but that the bally thing suddenly came to life. A pretty nasty shock for the chap, of course.

Has anybody ever seen a drama critic in the daytime? Of course not. They come out after dark, up to no good.