“Yew? Not roight in the 'ead? Jus' let me tell yew somefink yew cockeyed idiot. Oi moight call yew daft sometimes, but… — 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… — 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
