One of my all time favourites, a Geordie friend of mine broke both arms (both arms in plaster) in a bike crash, a deeply respected and very senior Russian friend on meeting him said:
– Kevin tell me, really, how do you feel yourself?
Exit Kevin with terminal laughing fit.
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