My lord, you nod: you do not mind the play.

Fifteen minutes drive to the Brown Trout was guaranteed to satisfy my appetite because there, as with other clubs and hotel bars, a form of sex apartheid was practised. The males assembled in the region of the bar and the opposite gender either sat discreetly detached or strayed outside to gossip gaily among themselves.

I didn't argue with him; I still think, however, that he is wrong.

I'm going to write a book because I've got all these crazy ideas rolling around in my head.