which hope we have as an anchor of the soul

On the end is a monster spoon-hook, gaily ornamented with gaudy feathers.

I imagine I'd be seeing a lot of metal tonight, so why not go for an obscure eighties punk song? Plus, Hüsker Dü = dual röck döts!

Yeomanry . . . militia forces. . . do I not make major-general by this time next year, I've either gone tits-up. . . or wasn't really tryin'!