I've seen the ticket, and I still can't believe it. When I see the money, I hope I don't hit the floor.
My father was frightened of his mother; I was frightened of my father, and I am damned well going to see to it that my children are frightened of me.
The same sort of thing happened in my dispute with the National Trust book: Follies: A National Trust Guide, which implied that the only pleasure you can get from Folly architecture is by calling the architect mad, and by laughing at the architecture.

