My word, my skin pringled all over as I listened to him, and I would gladly have changed my position for that of the first man in the steepest and narrowest breach that ever swallowed up a storming party.

The importance of the Altarer could not be denied. He had the care of refectory, kitchen, and cellar.

Leaving feminist blog Jezebel to declare: “I have a dream that one day ladies can be considered ladybros without having to show their ladylumps.”

The sneers about my gap yah. The eye-rolling whenever I mentioned Exeter. Full of posh pricks, you said once. I thought I wasn't cool enough for you.