Leftover… cheese? I know what each of those words mean individually, but put them together like that and you’ve lost me.

I drank an entire bottle of coke in the first act, which made the last act seem infinite.

It was an amateur production of Shakespeare’s As You Like It that a friend and his son were both acting in. It could have been quite stodgy, but the actors made it good fun.

Count me in the column of people who think Verne is equally well-known to Wells. Heck, I’m part way through Off on a Comet at the moment.

Accidentally inhaling a drinking straw.

Much less of a problem now that I’ve stopped using them, admittedly.

No TV in the bedroom. Bedroom is for other activities.

Well it is the most wonderful time of the year.

I was at a friend’s father’s funeral and someone had to stop the celebrant and let him know he was eulogising the wrong person.