“He's dead, you arsehole!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, determined to get a word in edgeways.

… and expressing his detestation of 'the Absolutes and the dragooned myths by which people seek to cancel the passing ideal.'

It is known that means of using this end of the former NLR and Broad Street station to take an overspill of traffic from Liverpool Street have been under backroom study for some time.

Them punk motherfuckers in black and white ain't the only motherfuckers I gots to fight.