Will she thy linen wash or hosen darn, And knit thee gloves made of her own-spun yarn? Will she with huswife’s hand provide thy meat, And ev’ry Sunday morn thy neckcloth plait? Which o’er thy kersey doublet spreading wide, In service time drew Cic’ly’s eyes aside.

He spaghettied the referee when he landed on him.

Century stops before an eel-ship, coiled in jewel-skinned splendor. Its great eye-ports are open, and Century signals with a hand; the eel extends a proboscis lined with diamond mesh and graphene plates like a ramp. Century leads Mere into the eel's body. Alarms klaxon in Mere's head—its escape is known.

Steamless scene at Oban on August 8, with Birmingham R.C.W. Type 2 diesels Nos. D5361 on the 4.55 p.m. to Ballachulish, D5348 on the 5.30 p.m. to Glasgow and Edinburgh and D5362 on the 6 p.m. to Euston.