There was a vast amount of red - good to see at any time, because one knows that some real work is done in there, a deuce of a lot of blue, a little green, smears of orange, and, on the East Coast, a purple patch, to show where the jolly pioneers of progress drink the jolly lager-beer.

On scientific grounds this big bang assumption is much less the palatable of the two.

I wouldn't be in your shoes for a wooden nickel.

As the couturiere pricked the needle into her upper thigh, she murmured, “This little puzzle could make the evening much, much more fun than I anticipated.”