To play the postilion is not an easy thing. It is a trade by itself—half a gunner's and half a groom's. It has to do with horses—that is bad enough ; but also it involves some knowledge of the road.

If we will examine the autohistoradiography from the inferior maxilla we will note, that instead of an even distribution, the radioactive […]

Luckily for England, they have a world-class striker with a golden touch in [Harry] Kane, who was coolness personified to carefully direct in the winner.

Jangly-pop ought to be danced with Morrisseyesque feyness, above-it-all gestures that echo the 'free dancing' of the counterculture, while the Beefheartian thrash of bands like Stump and A Witness incites a bacchanalian delirium.