I had to collect up every financial year all the phlegm what Winston Churchill had gobbed out into his bucket by the bed.
When I was a kid, my dream job was archaelogist. I thought their job involved whipping Nazis, shooting Arabs, riding mine carts, driving tanks and running from giant boulders. Not scrabbling around in damp fields for bits of broken pottery
And we know what he would have used as starch. Cue replies of "Tattie Peeler" and "Salmond's Tea Boy"