I'm tired of all this dancing, it plays merry hell with my asthma, that last gypsy practically had me expiring on the floor, can't we settle down with a mug of cocoa, a life size picture of Sean Connery and talk about favourite movie lines or something?

My personal favourite is 'One of us smells like a tarts' handkerchief, I'm rather afraid it's me, old boy'.

Or shall we start a BS called 'What is this thing called love?'

LTS, wheezing and gasping for breath.....