rolfw said:
Enough of that Mr Chumley-Warner.
Ahem, its Chomondley-Warner
C-W: Look at this motor car. A BEAUTY, isn't it? It's got twenty
years happy motoring ahead of it - or has it? Here comes a woman!
[woman walks up to the car]
C-W: Which side's she getting in? The driver's side! Oh, dear - the WRONG side.
[woman is now behind the wheel, bouncing around]
Woman: Gosh! What lovely comfy seats!
C-W: Yes, but this isn't a DRAWING room, my dear. It's a complicated motor vehicle, based on the principles of the internal combustion engine. A machine FAR too complicated for you to understand.
Woman: But I know about embroidery and kittens - won't that suffice?
Oh, blow it - I'm going to have a try!
[woman cranks the engine, selects a gear, then shoots off backwards straight into a brick wall]
Woman: Oops!
C-W: See? NOW look what you've done. Your pretty little mind simply can't cope with the motor car.
[woman looks suitably chastened]
C-W: WOMEN, FOR PITY'S SAKE, DON'T DRIVE!