Wes and his godbrother, Red, moved toward the cheese bus as it slowly rolled to a stop in Dundee Village.

Usually he cannot even buy time on the secondmost popular program on the secondmost popular network.

George had an air at once swaggering and melancholy, languid and fierce.

This opportunity I snatched at eagerly, there being nothing else on in Finland at the time apart from a hotel video of The Lavender Hill Mob apparently dubbed by tree frogs with no adenoids, and was thus Saabed across several hoursworth of englaciated ruts to a vast gelid tract, equidistant from Pokka and Lokka, on which grew a million-odd trees.