Back off second speed, overshift stop screw slightly, and determine that speed poppet is seated in notch.

So, have pity on the mansplainer. His is the merely the voice of a patriarchal world eclipsed by a new one ... wait, did that sound mansplainy?

This year, in the truly perfect hour of television that was 3.03, Clexa progressed from adversaries to unbreakable partners.

[…] up in London you arse around and go to the local and meet the boys and perhaps take in a flick, and then when you go to bed you find you’ve spent a quid and wonder where in hell it went and what you got for it.