Hasluck tells the story at a rapid pace and with racy charm. There is some refreshingly Australian talking from the hip. When a company's being milked, you don't look for a bucket under its tits. You look up its arse.
When a company's being milked, you don't look for a bucket under its tits. You look up its arse.
Those Rattels are somewhat like the chape of a Rapier, but lesse, which they take from the taile of a snake.
beneath them also flowered, like some immense coloured crystal, a semicircle of lake water, candent and faithful as a magic lantern to the startled images of fish scattering and reforming with movements of surprise, curiosity, perhaps even pleasure.
Add those topless pictures of him on the beach that we published in Now last week to the mix, and I think I'm starting to get where all you women who want to be Cumberbatched are coming from...
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