Summer Wine Sunday

“Some of us look at a view like this and all we can see is how bonny it is.  But if you concentrate and listen, then soon, faintly on the breeze you begin to sense the million munching teeth of tiny things scoffing even tinier things.  Depression could be a sort of major art form.  There’s so much raw material for it.”

-Clegg
Last Of The Summer Wine
S2E3: The Changing Face of Rural Blamire

Summer Wine Sunday

“As a general rule, we tended to avoid anything with currants in it.  Out there you could never be sure that the eccles cake would lie gently and be eaten.  Very disconcerting when you see the fourth raisin from the right get up and walk away.”

Blamire
Last Of The Summer Wine
S1E4: Spring Fever

Summer Wine Sunday

Last of the Summer Wine

“Where did you meet Mrs. Clegg?”

“I was at a chapel tea.  I asked for cream but she converted me to custard.  And afterwards, during the hymns, I felt her take hold of my arm and all of a sudden I knew that it was no good trying to sneak out to the pub.”

-Blamire & Clegg
Last of the Summer Wine
S1E1: Short Back and Palais Glide