I remember an occasion when I smiled at my French teacher as we passed in the school grounds. She had a habit of pursing her lips as though whistling. As I walked on, I heard a breathy, gentle exclamation of laughter, which sounded just like the whistle of a French steam locomotive.
She and I turned at the same moment, and I waited as she rolled back towards me, chuckling to herself.
"OHHHHHHH, I've been trying for ages to think who you remind me of! Of course! - it's Kenneth WILLIAMS....!!!!"
I was somewhat nonplussed, so could only smile...and there came that same sound from her,again.......
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