Anyway, on this day I was still struggling with how to use fewer than twenty words to sum up my day in Blackpool in a manner which would not prove too upsetting for my parents, when I learned that I'd got spiked. Again.

Whereto shall we liken the kingdom of God? Or with what comparison shall we compare it?

More than two months after her request she received an allotment: two panties, two dresses, two hooverettes, […]

a nonsinging game