Somewhere in England, there is a ventriloquist buried with his puppet.  I'm not sure of the exact location, and obviously neither of them is going to tell me now.  Do they still speak to one another, I wonder?

A famous man... I'll be forgetting my own name next... once said, "I can stand anything except a succession of indistinguishable days."  Sounds like he wouldn't cope well with lockdowns.   

On the edge of a black hole in space, time stops.  If we move away after a few minutes, a million years might have elapsed in the rest of the universe.  I know what you're thinking, and it sounds crazy to me as well.  There must be lots of mad scientists roaming around avoiding captivity.

Working in a large organisation must be quite depressing at times.  Just think - whenever a famous person dies, someone at Wikipedia has to change all the verbs into the past tense.  While fighting back tears, if they admired the deceased. Is there such a publication as Who Was Who?

I once ate dinner in a restaurant called Chez David - where else? - in a market town in southern France called Castelnaudary, famous for a rich slow-cooked casserole known as cassoulet, of which it claims to be the world capital. 

Someone once gave me a useful piece of advice about art.  "When you see a Picasso painting of a woman with eyes on both sides of her nose, you know it's a fake."  

It was a young woman who started it.  She began to dance 'fervently' in a street in Strasbourg in France, and before anyone knew it, a group of other young women had joined in. 

Part 3. In my books on tourism potentials in the Algarve and the whole of Portugal, I mentioned religious tourism as something with great profit, to come. In the book RESSURGIR, on my chapter about the FUTURE OF TOURISM, I repeated it.