Oh hell no, not this shithousery. I lost 11 days to this last year and spent a week learning hieratic Egyptian orthography

Let’s not knock one manse ambition.

When I pointed this out she immediately asked a question that could be taken as meaning both at the same time: “How?” We appear to be raising a hybrid.

I may need to issue a partial retraction. I bought most of my Weddoes stuff on cassette. Why would you want high fidelity renditions of that signing?

Padme asks,” these are three different things, right?”

There was a certain amount of drama with the great tits, which are used to being the bullies of the feeder and weren't quite sure how to handle a masked bandit turning up like Errol Flynn entering an eighteenth-century salon.

The old man used to be in the merchant navy. Sailed up (or down, I forget which) the Thames once. He was excited to see the Montgomery up close. Unfortunately, when he went past a) it was nighttime and b) he was in the engine room.

On reflection, could we get the installation on an insectocutor on the top of flat instruments past the health and safety people. I mean, nobody is at risk of they don’t use the spectrometer as a table to store samples, right?

The Fowler Rock in the River Tay, on the other hand…