pickled onions

[shadows on the trees]

"A woman likes to smell a man as nature intended: sweat, Guinness, and pickled onions. You can't bottle that." - Frank Gladstone, "The Thin Blue Line."

Hmm.

[Dr Cheese]

Inspector Grim : "Goody goody, lah-di-dah-di, namby hoity wishy pamby toity washy, dah-di-la-di, know-it-all, public school, stiff upper lip, stiff upper house master, prim and proper, Rule Brittannia..."

Fowler: Inspector Grim, can I have a word please?
Grim: Well be quick; don't fanny about.
Fowler: Of course.
Grim: I've no time for fannying about or otherwise. Fanny about on somebody else's time, not mine, 'cause I 'aven't got any. Find someone who's got time to fanny about and fanny about with them- I 'ave't, mate, so fannying about with me is out.
Fowler: Look, Derek, you're clearly late for your lobotomy; I'll come back later.

The Thin Blue Line was class.

[shadows on the trees]

Absolutely. I need to work the phrase "fanny about" into general conversation...