DURING my extended and pleasant stay at Swanky Towers, abode of good friends Cedric and Millicent, the male half of yon duo complained frequently that his hands were getting stuck to the bannister, door knobs and light switches.
Millicent and I told him he was peculiar, but then one day the truth dawned on Cedric's furrowed brow, and he ululated in my direction: "It's you and your ruddy honey!"
I put my hands up and, not unusually, they were smeared in honey. I exaggerate, of course. My hands are not always smeared in honey. But if you were to go on Mastermind and be asked, "Is Robert McNeil fond of honey?", you'd get a point for answering: "Oh, yes!"
In praise of - honey.
DURING my extended and pleasant stay at Swanky Towers, abode of good friends Cedric and Millicent, the male half of yon duo complained frequently that his hands were getting stuck to the bannister, door knobs and light switches.
Millicent and I told him he was peculiar, but then one day the truth dawned on Cedric's furrowed brow, and he ululated in my direction: "It's you and your ruddy honey!"
I put my hands up and, not unusually, they were smeared in honey. I exaggerate, of course. My hands are not always smeared in honey. But if you were to go on Mastermind and be asked, "Is Robert McNeil fond of honey?", you'd get a point for answering: "Oh, yes!"
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Don't show me this again.