So weighty was the cup, / That being propos'd brimful of wine, one scarce could lift it up.

The time has come, writes Germaine Greer, to burn our Wonderbras and slip into something more comfortable.

Spencer, if you're going to shit-can your career in special ops, that's fine with me. But you'd damned well better be honest about the reasons you're doing it.

We shall, / As I conceive the journey, be at the Mount / Before you, Lepidus.