[…] those eggs we got were as fresh as if they had been new laid. Fresh! Carrying them down to the boat one of my […] chaps dropped one on a rock and it smashed. How I lammed into the beggar!

It does abhor me now I speak the word.

All feminists' talk about a woman's superior ability to identify and express their feelings is just that, TALK. It's just more femismo designed to inflate the deflated self-esteems of mean spirited women.

[…] I remember after-school cricket matches on Layard's Road and wickets knocked over by kabaragoyas; […] .