I wouldn’t be anywhere else on your birthday.

French leadership in found literature has shifted to found music, musique concrete, in which natural sounds are introduced into musical compositions, often to the exclusion of traditional instrumentation.

But the butterflies were dead. A whiff of rotten eggs had vanquished the pale clouded yellows which came pelting across the orchard and up Dods Hill and away on to the moor, now lost behind a furze bush, then off again helter-skelter in a broiling sun.

Incidentally the survey pointed up the sad plight of the stylish stouts, today's “forgotten men.” The clothing situation is getting so critical for them that they may have to choose between eating and dressing.