It is quite late, I'd best get going before sunset.

Margaret and Eric, the brother and sister who moved out of our house really landed with their bum in the butter. They were fostered out to a family that had a car which meant they were rich, as only rich people had cars.

Your real sea-dog will give his eye-teeth for a glass of grog; it is a fact, that many a tooth has been drawn in exchange for rum.

He is, he claims, post-God, post-reality, post-truth, post-meaning, post- history, post-world, post-Western […]