— Do you think there really are people who just go up and say, “Hi, babe. Name’s Charles. This is your lucky night?”
— Well, if there are, they’re not English.

They’re writing songs of love
But not for me
A lucky star’s above
But not for me

British humour at its eclectic best, a deliciously heady mixof dry wit and ribald farce. — Rick Groen

— Oh, I don’t know, Charlie. Unlike you, I never expected “the thunderbolt.” I always just hoped that I’d meet some nice friendly girl, like the look of her, hope the look of me didn’t make her physically sick, then pop the question and, um, settle down and be happy. It worked for my parents. Well, apart from the divorce and all that.