I wrecked my car after a deer ran across the road.

Mary smelled the rancid odor of the tannery on the right side of the road. […] What is that, Mary? Jake asked. 'Tis a bag for collecting pure. That is going to be your job, Jake. You are to collect pure. Pure? What is pure? Pure is another word for dung, Mary answered.

Hell, I thought, if I were wearing that star, I'd kick ass and take names and have this place turned upside down in a week.

Much as any Australian, Canadian and New Zealand governments of whichever persuasion would do whatever they could to frame new free-trade agreements with the UK, the bottom line is that 65 million of us do not come within a bull’s roar of Britain’s adjacent market of 450 million Europeans.