the Lancashire Cotton Famine

You don’t need to wait. Here, there she is. There, there she is right now, embodying the harsh irony that is her existence, because at that moment next week, she will be a queen with fake power visiting a fake kingdom which arguably has more impact on the lives of her countrymen than she does.

What kind of a dickass line is this: Jeez, I, like, slopped coffee over my blouse?

The freedom of the city can now only be acquired by birth or servitude; but many were formerly admitted by gift and purchase, a fine of from £ 3 to £ 25, according to trade, being charged on the admission of strangers.