My granmammy done hear me bawlin an go fotch me to my mammy's house.

2003: Fans of the testudinate pace and art-house vibe of writer-director Sally Potter — editorial review of the DVD The Man Who Cried, http://amazon.com

It still runs across the chalk hump from north-east to south-west, from Leatherhead to Guildford, but now it's the A246, a prosaic enough name for what is now a prosaic enough artery that has done its part to bring commuterdom to the old villages of the northern edge of the chalk, where a narrow strip of more fertile soil links the chalk with the London clay.

Bob will chair tomorrow's meeting.