My first day's business took me off the nut.

Then Rowland got up with a despairing gesture. “I haven't nobody,” he murmured, and went tottering up the stairs. “Lor!” said Priss meditatively, “I thought as the lad wud have had more spunk in 'im, but he's as linnow as a glove.

That awkward moment when someone doesn't reply to your risky text message.

The paper added that this necessity has little to do with weaponism — a theory that weapons are all that matters.