“Oh for love of the Gods, thought Jim. The last thing I need right now is philosophical discussion with a madman, on a snowy roof, about the merits of capitalism.”

“Oh yes that’s right, you’re man of principle aren’t you?’ Jim said, somewhat tetchily. ‘Made of unbending rock with no room for compromise. Heart of oak, nerves of steel, a will of iron … and a knob of butter.”

“Jim said, ‘For your information I faked all my orgasms!”

“Oh dear thought Cobb. Never mind Father Yule, he sounds more like Ebenezer Scrimge from Charles Pickens’ book “A Yuletide Song”.”

“I’m sorry, I thought you were together.’‘Why, do I look like an organ grinder?’ said Cobb.”

“She was the kind of woman that makes a man go, 'Ah yes! Now I remember why I'm a man.”

“She was one of those women that makes any red blooded male look at her and go, ‘Ah yes … now I remember why I’m a man.”