Albo –
"I went to Qld 22 times last year".
Yup, that did the job – spot on as it happens.
Macbeth:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Life of Brian.
MC Aaaaw, well, all right then. You can see him for one minute, but not one second more. Do you understand?
Crowd Yes.
MC Promise?
Crowd Well, All Right.
MC All right. Here he is then. Come on, Brian. Come and talk to them.
Brian But mum. Judith.
MC Now leave that welsh tart alone.--------[She drags him out to address the crowd
Exit stage left, scratching head and muttering dark mumblings.