No, not the sort of pointless drivel published by Ainsley (the world's most irritating man) Harriott or Delia (drunken rant) Smith; it says COCK BOOKS and that's what we are about here. Not boiling eggs and roast beef but cock.
Do these Germans think they are rebuilding the Luftwaffe? It's not a cock pit you fools - those belong in Messerschmidts and Fockers not in small cheap family cars. Fools.
Spotted in that most reliable of cock-spotting spots, the local charity shop. I didn't browse the book in detail, but I would hazard a wild guess that it will contain comical, warm-hearted stories about knees-ups, catterwauling around the old joanna, jellied eels and the blitz. Lovely. And something about how lovely those Kray Twins were really.
From a book of short stories by some Sri-Lankan bloke with a long name. The story was called cockfighter and it was all about a cockfighter who slept with his cocks.
All you ever wanted to know about the humble cockroach. Much maligned - nice scuttly little creature. Not like those cock-tail beetles the little bas**ards.
Posted as a reference source for all you keen to join in potential cocking colleagues. Get a copy from your local library and mark down the things called cock in your area. Then go and capture them! There are places called cock all over the world - we can't get them all by ourselves.
Lovely bird the woodcock; apart from it sitting in a hedge all day making no noise and hiding. Being called cock should be something to celebrate - not hide in the undergrowth! Shame on you Mr Woodcock......
Discovered whilst wandering aimlessly through Hong Kong airport waiting for a connection. What should you know about avian flu? Nothing; just take a snap of the cock and leave it at that...