What I’d like to do now – well, what I’d like to do now is grow my beard very long, weave it into my pubes and strum it like a harp.
BILL BAILEYAdd a drop of lavender to milk, leave town with an orange, and pretend you’re laughing at it.
More Bill Bailey Quotes
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I know that to be a true fact because I read it in Heat magazine
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Without the beat in the background, Jazz basically sounds like an armadillo was let loose on the keyboard.
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There’s more evil in the charts than an Al-Qaeda suggestion box.
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I am a confectionery-based existentialist.
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But our country’s equivalent of gritty reality is more like “Look out Sarge, he’s got a shooter!”
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People say ‘Bill, are you an optimist?’ And I say, ‘I hope so.’
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The so-called Samaritan squirrel, which takes pity on the spider, and then the spider jumps on it and injects the paralyzing venom, while the squirrel remains bafflingly philosophical about the whole thing.
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I suppose you could be a member of a terrorist organization in a non-violent way, in the laundry or the catering department.
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Contentment is knowing you’re right
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American rock has a sort of self-pitying whine to it.
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Orchestras have often been used to conjure up the natural world: Swans, sharks, trout, but not, as far as I know, the often maligned jellyfish.
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Stupid National Anthem… Look at this flag; Two bears fighting over a pineapple. What kind of message does that send to the world? “Come to Belarus, where wild animals will steal your fruit.”
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I spent my childhood scrambling round badgers and foxes and playing fantastic country kid games like knocking on people’s doors and running away. God that was a good game.
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Three blokes go into a pub. One of them is a little bit stupid, and the whole scene unfolds with a tedious inevitability.
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I’m English, and as such I crave disappointment. That’s why I buy Kinder Surprise. Horrible chocolate; nasty little toy: a double-whammy of disillusionment! Sometimes I eat the toy out of sheer despair.
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