Give me a day like this

I'm as nimble as a forest creature

Eat some turkey!

Why am I arguing with a robot?

Fuck.

I've already got one

I met a man who wasn't there

Close your eyes

The sea was angry that day, my friends

Don't knock yourself out

It takes us to a place where we ache to go again

And the sky's the limit

I just wanted a glass of water

I've yet to see any demons on the ward, and I'm particularly observant

I bought a trampoline

With my reputation?

Whenever I think about the fact that I'm going to be a Dad this month, I've had the 13th Duke of Wybourne's voice in my head.

ME? A father? With MY reputation? What ARE they thinking?

But you can take it, can't you, big man?

It's a small, off-duty Czechoslovakian traffic warden

I'm completely bloody sick of this!

They're all made of fucking Lego!

Have you betrayed us? Have you betrayed me?

I don't think he expected to die...

Nah.

I promise, I'll come back to you

We are living in a dark, dark age, and you are part of the problem

Act like you know me

Right! That's it!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

These guys, on either side of me, they're asleep

Put your head on my chest for a bit

The bee bit my bottom! Now my bottom's big!

The Tearoom of Despair is going into low-content mode for the next month, mainly because we're going to have a bloody baby in the next couple of weeks. This means I'm just going to be posting scenes from my 31 favourite TV shows of all time (not the best, just my favourites, and they're all British or American, because that's all I've ever really watched), and leaving it at that, but normal service should resume in September. Unless the newcomer has something to say about it...