I know that, said Nancy, as she stood beside the mourning mother, twisting the corner of her apron in her fingers, many's the talk me and Mr. Murphy have had about him, and I do say he was the peaceablest boy I ever see, never misliten' any body.

Traipsing through this farce is the most Wodehousian character of all, Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, a 54-year-old dishevelled blond toff with a talent for leaping into action precisely when his country needs him least.

[…] a rolling bass figure in 2/4 over which two semi-tuned electric guitars are noddling rhythm and blues.

There, Bootle, that will do; we appreciate your sentiments to the very core of our hearts, said my kinswoman, frowning upon her from those angerful eyes of hers.