Reading Isn't An Occupation We Encourage Among

On Our Way Home We Were Waiting For The Bus When A Very Fat, Pompous-looking Woman Reeled Out Of A Pub Shouting, "melancholia? Ad Nauseam."

The Humble And Meek Are Thirsting For Lood

I'd The Upbringing A Nun Would Envy. Until I Was Fifteen I Was More Familiar With Africa Than My Own Body.

Reading Isn't An Occupation We Encourage Among Police Officers. We Try To Keep The Paperwork Down To A Minimum.

The Kind Of People Who Always Go On About Whether A Thing Is In Good Taste Invariably Have Very Bad Taste.