“Cripes, ol' slow-boat Peter. D'yew always do wot yew're told— loike at school?’ ‘You know the answer to that.’ ‘So neither don't Oi.’ ‘Do I.’ Jenno sighed. We both laughed. ‘Do I,’ she repeated. She grinned at me. ‘Oi c'n… — Peter St. John Copy Share Image
“Listen Peter,’ he said seriously. ‘What I'm about to say is extremely important, not only for your own good, but for the good of… — Peter St. John Copy Share Image
“We're going to have a woman lodger.’ ‘Cripes,’ said Jenno. ‘That'll cramp yer style a bit.” — Peter St. John Copy Share Image
“Yew? Not roight in the 'ead? Jus' let me tell yew somefink yew cockeyed idiot. Oi moight call yew daft sometimes, but that don't… — Peter St. John Copy Share Image
“Why weren't there any women in Jesus' gang?’ asked Winnifred. ‘Jesus' gang?’ echoed the vicar surprised. ‘Jesus never had a gang. Ah— you mean… — Peter St. John Copy Share Image
“Cripes, ol' slow-boat Peter. D'yew always do wot yew're told— loike at school?’ ‘You know the answer to that.’ ‘So neither don't Oi.’ ‘Do… — Peter St. John Copy Share Image
“It 'appens to be true. An' if'n yew want ter stay moi friend, yew'd best 'old yer turpitudinous twaddle of a tongue an' listen… — Peter St. John Copy Share Image
“The subject of kissing seemed to be an awkward one. Better keep quiet about it in future. What was obviously important, was to kiss;… — Peter St. John Copy Share Image
