Hovis Quotes

He had a long thin nose, a moustache like flock wallpaper, sparse, carefully combed hair, and the complexion of a Hovis loaf.

Mon Dieu, look, look," says Antoinette. "He lives. He lives! And he seems such the happy mouse." "Forgiven," whispers Lester. "Cripes," says Furlough, "unbelievable." "Just so," says the threadmaster, Hovis, smiling. "Just so." And, reader, it is just so. Isn't it?

Vuejtja Ka do dit që po shof fare mirë se si nga vuejtja syt po më madhohen, nepër ball dhe ftyrë rrudhat po më shtohen e si buzqeshja m'asht e hidhun... ... dhe po ndij se si mëngjeset e mia nukjanë ma mëngjese hovi e pune, as ndërtimi, por të shtymt dita më ditë e një jete që s'durohet. Dalngadalë po shof si jeta një nga një secilin ndjesi me tradhti po ma vulos dhe s'po më mbetë asgja që me u nda si shej gëzimi, përpara nuk e dishe, ojetë, se kaq i tmerrtë asht grushti i yt që mbyt pa mëshirë. Por kot në pasqyrë po shof se si nga vuejtja syt po më madhohen nëpër ballë dhe në ftyrë rrudhat po më shtohen, dhe shpejt do të bahem flamur i vjetruem i rreckuem ndërluftat e jetës.

The ducks in St. James’ Park are so used to being fed bread by secret agents meeting clandestinely that they have developed their own Pavlovian reaction. Put a St. James’ Park duck in a laboratory cage and show it a picture of two men—one usually wearing a coat with a fur collar, the other something somber with a scarf—and it’ll look up expectantly. The Russian cultural attaché’s black bread is particularly sought after by the more discerning duck, while the head of MI9’s soggy Hovis with Marmite is relished by the connoisseurs.

I fear for the custard. It is as old-fashioned as a slice of Hovis or a clothes brush. It belongs to a world of fire-tongs, antimacassars and black-and-white television. The appreciation of sinking your teeth into the soft, almost damp pastry of a custard tart and feeling the filling quiver against your lip is not for the young. The true enjoyment of a custard (as opposed to the pleasures of custard) is something that only comes with age, like rheumatism, bus passes and a liking for Midsomer Murders. I am probably the only person in England to regularly buy a couple of custards from Marks who is still in possession of his own teeth.