Later on, all the tinned meat came to an end, likewise the potatoes, and we lived on salt meat, biscuit, and duff; this fare was served out to all the messes on board, and we, I was going to say, saloon-folk, fared no better than the fo'castle hands.

And when Dennis Fairchild finally made his appearance at 1:30, arm in arm with Jean Paul and a coterie of Eurofag fashion models […]

Each school propounds its own theory without having given any thought to whether we are following what they say or getting left behind.

Temecula, a quiet hamlet of golf courses and antique shops, was gripped by a mission.