There were some swings, and a hooting-tooting blaring merry-go-round, and a shooting-gallery and Aunt Sallies.

The ice was thin, and only a few areas had bergs large enough to support marine mammals.

A stormless summer

Flip Morriscone would rather watch himself than anyone else on the planet, man or woman, and that was because he was in the absolute peak of physical condition; rockhard abs, rockhard butt, legs like a centaur's, neck like a plinth.