John O’Donnell

Loved this, should have got a second series.

You can’t have Crockett investigating without Tubbs.

The Nazi leprechauns are actually immortal Jewish children who were experimented on by the SS.

I feel so much better for knowing that.

Oh my!

I remember an energy minister encouraging underfunded companies to enter the energy market, who of course all went bust and cost the taxpayer billions of pounds.

Now who was that minister?

He looks like he has just found out that he has been gelded.

Joshua being sidelined again.

Poor bloke, I bet every night he screamed at the sky, “At least I knew where I was going!”

Ooh.

I do appreciate you moving Luton further away from London.

I’ve seen Tom & Jerry. If a mouse can do it, l’m sure a 16th century surgeon could.

And Edward II. All things aside, if he’d managed to deal with the Scots the same way as his father, no one would have cared what he did or didn’t do to young men, and he wouldn’t have got the red hot poker treatment.

Naturalisation of the Scots? What?

Like that Canadian guy and the Iraqi super gun.

It’s a medical mallet, used for knocking out patients.

The freelancer gets stuck with the write up, so if it goes tits up, which it inevitably did, she gets the shit.

Signs and wonders.

I assume the manager allowed him to finish, after all, it would be a lack of decorum to interrupt a gentleman on the vinegar stroke.

Now, some might say he shouldn’t have been attempting sexual congress with a block of grease, but two wrongs don’t make a right.

You know the Kurds are going to get shafted again, just like they were in Iraq.

Fucking homunculus.

Panic in the fields of Devonshire
Panic in the fields of Somerset
And I wonder to myself
Will life ever be sane again?

Hang the shepherd
Hang the shepherd
Hang the shepherd
Hang
The
Shepherd.

…arrest this girl.

Surely it should be called Unloaded?

Jesus, that’s sad.

And the Lord said,

“Gigi, let’s see that enormous bloke’s arse I gave you.”

I assume he spends every waking minute eating.

Early in the morning
Just as Pat is snorting

This explains Robert Plant.

Christ, you don’t think the ‘friend’ was their dog?

Forgot about Romford.

This is often wise.