Eighty-six the lobster bisque - we won't have the lobster delivery until tomorrow.

On the banks of the grey torrent of life, love is the only flower.

The Empire, in particular, was always thick with sods: they strolled side-by-side with the gay girls of the promenade, or stood, in little knots, exchanging gossip, comparing fortunes, greeting one another with flapping hands and high, extravagant voices.

As a result of a childhood accident, my sister was hearing-impaired and had to wear a hearing aid.