'No "salad" here, guv. Where d'you think you are- in a flippin' Lyons Corner House?'

Sleeping a lot better since I took to wearing my helmet in bed. It's worth enduring the tuts and the occasional wryly heavenward looks of the nurses in order to significantly reduce the risk of something frightful happening to my head during the night.

There's poetry too, of course. 'Don't get rid of your freckles.' Who was it said that? Was it even in the context of a poem? Did I say it myself?

I don't know. But I know to whom I said it.