Turhan Bey. Doris Day. Alice Faye. Charles Gray. Ricky Jay. Danny Kaye. Frito Lay. I.M. Pei. Aldo Ray. Anton LaVey. I don't get the connection, but if you repeat these names out loud, people will give you space.
Genitalgenesisaphobia: Fear of the testicles of Phil Collins.
For some unknown reason, The Third Man was never the Mystery Guest on "What's My Lime?"
Doctor Frankenstein's lab equipment would often malfunction if it was on the Fritz.
What Ravi Shankar's doctor once told him: "Take 2 Tablas and call me in the morning."
The great Indian musician once considered opening a restaurant that served Italian-Mexican cuisine. He called it Ravi Ole!
I am a Mitral Valve Prolapse Progressive.
A Thighnote is like a Footnote, only higher up.
Bieberlieberphobia: A fear of German boy band groupies.
Have read the latest book on director Alfred Crotchitch, "The Master of Suspenders." It seems all his films were rooted in his mania of ill-fitting trouser angst. As a portly man, his fears were deep seated. From "The Man Who Grew To Much," "Rear Pocket" to "Torn Cotton," the obsessions are all too obvious.
Did Joan Plowright in Gracie Fields?
When it comes to food, was Eydie really a Gorme?
Stammer Films re-releasing, "Ras-pu-pu-pu-tin, the Ma-ma-ma-mad Monk."
China's most underrated playwright was George Bernard Rikshaw.
An unfortunate typo helped ban Jules Verne's "20,000 Legs Under the Sea."
South America is lovely this time of year. Hasta lumbago, everyone!