The role of humour is to make people fall down and writhe on the Axminster, and that is the top and bottom of it.
ALAN CORENEnjoy your life today because yesterday had gone and tomorrow may never come.
More Alan Coren Quotes
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All I know of birds to this date is that sparrows are the ones that are not pigeons.
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Democracy consists of choosing your dictators, after they’ve told you what you think it is you want to hear.
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Malta is the only country in the world where the local delicacy is the bread.
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Having lost the last war, they are currently enjoying a “Wirtschaftswunder,” which can be briefly translated as “The best way to own a Mercedes is to build one.”
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Since both its national products, snow and chocolate, melt, the cuckoo clock was invented solely in order to give tourists something solid to remember it by.
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The Act of God designation on all insurance policies; which means, roughly, that you cannot be insured for the accidents that are most likely to happen to you.
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To have a grievance is to have a purpose in life.
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Television is more interesting than people. If it were not we should have people standing in the corner of our room.
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I sometimes wonder if the manufacturers of foolproof items keep a fool or two on their payroll to test things.
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The word “souvenir” has, of course, slightly extended itself in meaning until it now denotes almost anything either breakable or useless.
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Enjoy your life today because yesterday had gone and tomorrow may never come.
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Ethnically, the Germans are Teutonic… being made up of Vandals, Gepidae, and Goths, all of whom emigrated – south from Sweden in about 500 BC.
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It is a magic carpet under which everything has been swept.
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Jacob is a German Shepherd. (I have never understood why they aren’t called German Sheepdogs. What do the Germans call shepherds?)
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Inside this hothouse, huge lascivious orchids slide sensuously up the sweating windows, passion-flowers cross-pollinate in wild heliotrope abandon, lotuses writhe with poppies in the sweet warm beds.
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