“I have the body of an eighteen-year old. I keep it in the fridge.”
Spike Milligan
From my point of view this Milligan is pretty dark. You don’t expect a comic to think like a mass murderer. In Italy we have many comics. Unfortunately, they are all in politics. My friend Patti says they are like little Caesars: once they reach the Rubicon, they daren’t get their feet wet. People, and I don’t exclude George’s English tribe, are afraid of the foreign objects they find in their fridges (for which of course you need icy balls). If you ask me, we are all a bit disturbed, or as my friend Patti prefers, disordered. But, if this is your problem, why not decorate the fridge with magnets like the ones here in the café?
Seriously. The Pope, I am told by my friend Germano (who you may also know as the Count) is a very efficacious calamite (He means magnet – George). He Germano is not remotely religious, nor for that matter am I. Merely superstitious.