Fee-fi-fo-fum
‘Fee-fi-fo-fum, I no longer smell the blood of an Englishman.’
‘Fee-fi-fo-fum, I no longer smell the blood of an Englishman.’
‘What do I miss most in lockdown? Going to an art gallery.’
‘So, this lockdown — what’s it like?’
‘Well, here I am, Puss, all dressed up and vaccinated with no place to go.’
‘Look Joolz, a new coffee shop.’
‘Oh no, it’s the tinfoil hat man!’
‘How’s the wine, dear? I hear it packs a bit of a wallop.’
‘I know you work from home now, Edward, but do you still have to do dress-down Friday?’
‘Your starting salary? Why don’t you take a wild guess?’
‘Typical! All our regulars have decided not to have the vaccine!’
‘And do you, Angela, agree to undergo a course of critical race theory...’
‘Do we have to play, Dad? You know you can never remember the rules.’
‘It’s my husband, he’s lost his sense of taste.’
‘I’m going to have to go guys, I’m losing my connection.’
‘What sex is it? Let’s enter that minefield.’
‘Well we’ve tested the vaccine on animals, now for the human guinea pigs.’
‘Let’s face it – we’re running out of ways to rescue the country.’
‘After spending so much time in isolation I decided to cut it myself.’
New gestures replace the handshake