I want you to stop calling yourself by that silly name, Annie, Mrs. Marshall-Gill said clearly. It's inappropriate and ridiculous and I don't like it. It may even be dishonest, I don't know. At any rate, you're to stop it at once. I looked up your registration, and your name is Annie, a solid, Christian name. You'll do well to abide by it. I don't like Annie, Jewel said. It suits your face, Mrs. Marshall-Gill said. A titter ran around the listening room.

It made a seven-day week, without rest except at night. Also, it often fell out that we had to work overshifts, that is, work from Tuesday morning with no break except for meals, till Wednesday night.

O my fair Mistress, Truth! Shall I quit thee, / For huffing, braggart, puft Nobility?

Nestled just off the Kingis Road in Chelsea and known locally as the Sloaney Pony for its extremely uber-posh local clientele, the White Horse is to first-rate beer experiences what Shergar is to mysterious equine whodunits.