His Barmecidal promises of promotion kept employees hopeful even though no raises ever came.

I bumped into my old barmate at the pub last night and we caught up over a beer.

The celebration proved to be a Barmecide feast, all pretension and no substance.

I spent an afternoon exploring Barmbek and discovered charming old bakeries and parks.

Researchers studying rural governance traveled to Bagthorpe with Barmer to interview residents about local services.

Barmer lies quietly within rolling Norfolk fields, a tiny hamlet whose history is etched into the stone walls and laneways of the parish.