From the bbc.com homepage:
…shades of Michael Jackson?
Miles cleared his throat. “The fifth Countess Vorkosigan was said to suffer from the periodic delusion that she was made of glass.”
“What finally happened to her?” asked Elli in a tone of fascination.
“One of her irritated relations eventually dropped and broke her.”
“The delusion was that intense?”
“It was off a twenty-meter-tall turret. I don’t know,” he said impatiently. “I’m not responsible for my weird ancestors.”
— Brothers in Arms, Lois McMaster Bujold
Heh! But why did you put it under The Archers, Joe?
Let’s just hoik that across shall we?
Well, it were like this, yer 'onor…
I’m torn between:
…or possibly both
Sounds like something King Otto might do, over in Happy Valley.