And it's not like she's a buffty either. She kicked the shit out of a moggy twice her size last night.

Therefore I am like a moth to Ephraim, and like dry rot to the house of Judah.

Just like Marple, there's a plaque at the London terminus [Paddington] commemorating a fictional character - a polite, friendly little bear from darkest Peru who has a penchant for marmalade sarnies.

Like the Buddhas, they [the Jains] believe that there is a plurality of heavens and hells;