Go, you cot-quean, go. Get you to bed!

Try being the operative word - she managed two hops before the heels got the better of her, and she overbalanced, losing her balance and landing on her hands and knees. “That's an ooch,” Heidi said as Natalie looked up at her. “That's a double ooch,” Cindy added as they watched her pull herself along the floor on her hands and taped knees, until she reached the desk.

Like Byron's seraglio, the boudoir is a matriarchate guarded by eunuchs […].

Amid raucous shouts and swillings of beer they informed Tommy that he had just been awarded an immediate bar to his D.F.C. […]