In autumn, on this single leg, Shaped like an apple, or an egg, A bulky cabbage-head is seen; For mortals meant, to eat — I ween.

How it happen'd that both the Inhabitants of that , and of our World , lost all Memory of ; their Commigration

protestant work ethic

Well, it's wet and it's miserable on the day that Leicester City's footballers have been dreading for weeks, for this is the day that they have to tackle this: The Hill, intones a somewhat Partridgean local TV news reporter in the early 1980s, on an old clip of the players in question embarking on their pre-season training. The camera promptly pulls back to reveal our man on the spot in a decidedly elevated position; the this in question is one of three giant mountains of muck and rubble on a patch of waste ground.