The class of 1982 was particularly noteworthy.

And even amongst those who are of the bachelor persuasion, there are not a few honest trumps who never exhibit old boyism.

A McGriddle, perhaps? Ah, at long last, a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit. She took a huge bite of the cold biscuit, the otherwise tasty grease congealed like the orangey-yellow cheese slice, crumbling the enormous biscuit as she pulled it ...

' I always felt you were no gentleman, and this proves it,' remarks the disconsolate yet temperless Ladlaw, as he pockets his cash.