5Feb/090
Oh noo! Ha ha..
Oh look at this paragraph that I found in a PG Wodehouse –
‘Oh look,’ she said. She was a confirmed Oh-looker. I had noticed this at Cannes, where she had drawn my attention in this manner on various occasions to such diverse objects as a French actress, a Provencal filling station, the sunset over the Estorals, Michael Arlen, a man selling coloured spectacles, the deep velvet blue of the Mediterranean, and the late Mayor of New York in a striped one-piece bathing suit. ‘Oh, look at that sweet little star up there by itself.’