I am really not trying to hear you talk about my mama like that.

Always glad to clear up confuzzles since too often I only add to them. ;)

The decision to press ahead with the rationalisation, while there is still uncertainty about the bank's strategic direction, gives the City some red meat to chew on.

Foulon began to swear like a pagan, shouting: ‘Get thee hence, thou rogue and blackguard! Thou shalt not have my wheat, or else I shall pay thee with a musket blow in the belly!’