It was utter banal coonshit, and we loved to read it aloud.

Theses spaces happened to be anthroponymous, given that the military groups and their families adopted as surnames the space that they occupied within the interior of the village.

As soon as I turned my back, he started writing on the wall.

A root-and-branch reform of our antiquated passenger fares system is urgently needed if the rail industry is to fill the £2 billion annual black hole in its finances caused by the COVID-19 pandemic.