And when Dennis Fairchild finally made his appearance at 1:30, arm in arm with Jean Paul and a coterie of Eurofag fashion models […]

Temecula, a quiet hamlet of golf courses and antique shops, was gripped by a mission.

Each school propounds its own theory without having given any thought to whether we are following what they say or getting left behind.

Later on, all the tinned meat came to an end, likewise the potatoes, and we lived on salt meat, biscuit, and duff; this fare was served out to all the messes on board, and we, I was going to say, saloon-folk, fared no better than the fo'castle hands.