The finance minister had reason to be exasperated. Britain's economic future hinges on Europe, and this is no time for animus.

The river was astir early and late with barges, wherries, and craft of every description.

“I suppose this ‘friend’ of yours is some biker shag-bandit?” “I wish. Sugar daddies are more my line these days.”

[…]there will be a prose-poem of pure meaninglessness as his brilliance finally breaks loose from the tethers of observation and oozes across the page in a great, gopping goo of pure pretension.