a good pitch in quoits

Modern sceptical historians are happy to write Dark Age history without naming kings and warleaders of the period, and it seems quite unjustified to take Gildas to task for doing the same thing.

Curtisland was among the least cool products of Cool Britannia, but it was always perfect for export; Britain was suddenly a sunny, witty, self-deprecating, charming kind of place, a Doris Day film by the Thames in which it was forever Christmas.

I am no longer an American; I am a traitor, a Judas, a Benedict Arnold.