Anything about the police sets them a talking at once. […] 'The blessed crushers are everywhere,' shouted one. 'I wish I'd been there to have had a shy at the eslops,' said another. And then a man sung out: 'O, don't I like the Bobbys?'

I was one of my year's only sad keenos, which resulted in me at perhaps thirteen years old competing in the district sports 1500-metres event[…]

The pepperers, spicers, &c. afterwards went to Bucklersbury, where they sold their commodities in the open air.

Voting, in and of itself, is not evil. But when there are only evils to choose from, we need to seek another choice. ― Justin Deschamps