The stupifyingly grotesque and wonderful Patrick Magee delivers the line he was born to say in the bloggling strangefest that is SIR HENRY AT RAWLINSON END, which you can read about in this week’s edition of The Forgotten, over at The Otter’s Noshbag.
Kind of strange that he never got to say the line in any of the eggy British horror films that were his bread and butter during the seventies. He must have been on a converging path with that sentence since he first came into the world.
Anyway, now that I’m thinking of eggs, bread and butter, I think I’ll go have some French toast.