Which, in turn, leads to Slough, via the M40.

It's a slippery slope indeed. Strap on the crampons of righteousness and ascend to the pinnacle of Mount Pious (AKA Mt Magnolia)

I found a worrying lump next to my right testicle. Luckily it turned out to be my left testicle.

If I fall over in the forest when there's nobody around to hear it, did I really drink those last four pints?

In the event that my postulations continue to reverberate in such lonely fashion, I shall be forced to set off o'er yonder hillock for the purpose of procuring compounds designed to precipitate a psychological episode of the type not at all advocated by the human resources department.