For the love of John


We need to talk about Keith


Plans for a machine to make a low fat load of codswallop


Plans for a machine to prove whether a bit of what you fancy does you good


Plans for a machine to find a cod's wallop


Plans for a machine to throw caution to the wind


Plans for a machine to prove there's nothing on the telly


With cockle shells and silver bells


What becomes of the broken tartlet?


Eggs over too easy


I've sent him home to lick his wounds


My achy breaky heart transplant


Plans for a machine to determine whether there really is pie in the sky


Plans for a machine to find cloud nine


Out of the mouth of babes


Plans for a machine to take some weight off your shoulders


Plans for a machine to bridge the gaps


You've got to hand it to them


Plans for a machine to kick the habit


Plans for a machine to make you come up smelling of roses


Plans for a machine to make the hard things softer



Abandoned plans for a machine to make things the way they were



Plans for a machine to avoid cutting your nose off to spite your face


Fishing for plans for a machine to squeezer a bit more out of things



Plans for a machine to make the truth stick now and again



Plans for a machine to make your moods swing