Yellowman, the salacious skanker whose purple raps have kept him in hot water for many years, had surgery recently. His ironic ailment? Cancer of the jaw.

I am visiting my mother today.

The fruit gushers had been stacked beside a host of other products from the world of little tyke cuisine, where the big draw was that everything was lunchable or chewable. Cecile had meanwhile gotten stuck on the juice box varieties,[…]

M. d’Espagne could not forgive the Earl the death of his friend Sir Simon Burley: that was what began the garboil!