Softwoods
‘OK, here’s the deal.’

‘OK, here’s the deal.’
‘Anyone mind if I give in to the tobacco lobby?’
‘There’s a Page 3 bird here looking for a home.’
‘I’ll lick the spoon if you can produce a valid food hygiene certificate.’
‘He’s building his own coffin from Lego.’
‘They exiled him there when he went mad.’
‘Aren’t you worried you’ll make him obese?’
‘We insisted the garden designer devote an entire section to a play area.’
‘We produce some of the country’s finest Labour MPs.’
‘Oh no! It’s the drone ranger.’
‘Apparently he’s really J.K. Rowling.’
‘I’m slightly embarrassed by that one — no skill involved; only road rage.’
‘Who let this riff-raff in?’
‘This is the voice of what remains of the BBC, coming to you from a hidden bunker somewhere in the UK…’
‘We’re a scalpel missing.’
‘Of course I understand your concern about always being on your own — you’re a locust, after all.’