Читать книгу The World of Karl Pilkington - Karl Pilkington - Страница 4
Contents
ОглавлениеTitle Page Dedication Foreword ‘Must of nicked it from somewhere.’ ‘Look, if you don’t wanna do it, we won’t do it!’ ‘D’you know what, I’m sure summit’s died in here.’ ‘I don’t know the detail on that bit but ...’ ‘She was sort of mental homeless’ ‘I could eat a knob at night.’ ‘Let me just tell you the ending ...’ ‘And you’ve got the goat going “What am I doing here?”’ ‘Err ...’ ‘The menu is like a book now, innit?’ ‘Things like that always get me thinking ...’ ‘You mention it once, suddenly it’s the talk of the town.’ ‘What d’you mean about eyes facing forward?’ ‘He just liked boats and stuff.’ ‘Would you say he’s a bright bloke?’ ‘That’s what codes are all about, innit?’ ‘So the rocket goes off, right ...’ ‘Well, it’s out there in book form.’ ‘I know, but even if it is in a box …’ ‘I said, “Look, why are you getting involved?”’ ‘So what happened to him with the beetle?’ ‘It’s blind and it hasn’t got a mouth.’ ‘You see that annoys me a bit.’ ‘She’s never asked for it back.’ ‘No, but nobody likes being watched and that’s what I’m saying.’ ‘I don’t Think They Need To Do that.’ ‘You don’t go floating about, d’you? You stay in your seat.’ ‘Most of them in there was that Stalin bloke.’ ‘So he was a bit of a hoarder?’ ‘No, no I was looking at another one.’ ‘So anyway they said, “Well how are we gonna get up there?”’ ‘Do we need ’em?’ ‘Well it did happen. It was in a science magazine.’ ‘I’ll start a diary’ Copyright About the Publisher
