"You cannot say that Humph" I yell.
At my radio when BBCs "I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue" Humphrey Lyttleton is chairing the show.
Mr Lyttleton - a jazz man par excellence I am told. I do not do jazz but I can well believe it. But this radio show thanks of course to some tremendous writers who mostly take part in the fun too has got better and better over the decades.
What Hump
cannot say but often does is sexual innuendoes which of course come out with total innocence - from him but can be construed as utterly filthly.
I can almost see saintly "Samantha" by his side blush and it is not just from the "old age creeping on". And Lionel Blair has been a trouper too. His name has been misused forever.
Humph I gauge is
an oldie but he perhaps inhabits a "C(o)untree For Old Men". An age where you can say anything.
I do not yet

but honest - I can see it far off and I am approaching it.
The Burkiss Way led to The Titmuss Way (allegedly) and

she's the kind of a girl that makes the News Of The World

And my Finnish friend constantly playing Rubber Soul.
The Kind offer girls that make the News of the World - allegedly. I cannot say it right but I bet Humph would.
Abbie Rode - allegedly - several time. Here Comes the Sun king. Come Together Right now!
Over Me! She Came
Into the Bathroom Window (some trick that

) - You Never give me your Money and Maxwell silver tongued Emcee Hammer seeing if the newspapers "Can't Touch This!" regarding his client. Something in the way he moos!

and in
The End 
the love you give
So as I cannot say it right - I should hire myself a mouthpiece perhaps. Hearing from Mr Al Fayed's one this morning - Ms Witty is it? Not funny at all. I still haven't a clue what that "oldie" is on about - married to a Finn too is he?
Subject: getting a great mortgage deal
Anagram: tailgate rage - gagged torment
Good grief. Mr Al Fayed has eased up a fraction. Wonders and never ceasing comes to mind.
Now Heather and Paul - shake hands - not necks!
