I saw an advertisement the other day for the secret of life. It said ‘The secret of life can be yours for twenty-five shillings. Sent to Secret of Life Institute, Willesden.’ So I wrote away, seemed a good bargain, secret of life, twenty-five shillings. And I got a letter back saying, ‘If you think you can get the secret of life for twenty-five shillings, you don’t deserve to have it. Send fifty shillings for the secret of life’.
Peter Cook as E.L. Wisty (via amanofhiscalibre)
Well, it was tit for tat — eye for eye, tooth for tooth, that type of thing — because he’d attempted to blow me up, and in so doing only destroyed the innocent life of a Guatemalan refugee. And I take against people who blow up people who I would like to go go bed with.