Five of our lads had just watched the riot police go into the Wellington and give the fash a kicking.

As a result, particles of wood and twigs insufficiently coaled are frequently found at the bottom of such pits.

People often call me an optimist, because I show them the enormous progress they didn't know about. That makes me angry. I'm not an optimist. That makes me sound naive. I'm a very serious “possibilist”. That’s something I made up. It means someone who neither hopes without reason, nor fears without reason, someone who constantly resists the overdramatic worldview. As a possibilist, I see all this progress, and it fills me with conviction and hope that further progress is possible. This is not optimistic. It is having a clear and reasonable idea about how things are. It is having a worldview that is constructive and useful.;

Dealers divide fruit into three sorts–hand fruit, table fruit, and preserving fruit. Hand fruit is that not particularly selected, but of a quality to be eaten from the hand; …