They had met at ten, misnotified by the boy — though I had given him a written notification to shew them; appointing the hour to meet at 11.

What kind of a parrot are you? He just said that.

As one who was an economic migrant, who migrated under the opportunities of the EU prior to Brexitism, I thought he'd be sympathetic.

But there's also the high-octane cyberverse of mash-ups, surfing, blogging, list-serving, streaming and synthesising...