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What a grand, higgledy-piggledy, sensible old place Norwich is!
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
living in a stinking
Foul whisp'rings are abroad.
Angling is an amusement peculiarly adapted to the mild and cultivated scenery of England
London, London, London town,
You can toughen up or get thrown around.
King Billy nectaring on the harbinger.
Aren't you, uh ... " Clary searched for the right word. "Reproducing?
London, ... like a bowl of viscid human fluid, boils sullenly over the rim of its encircling hills and slops messily into the home counties.
Whats the name you Poms have for that thing where you jump up and down and hit each other with sticks?"
"Sex?"
"Gardening?"
He snapped his fingers. "Morris dancing.
Colchester, Ash, my captain, staking my body with his cock like a conqueror, like a king.
We could be putting the hammer in Luton's coffin
seeing Darija or doing anything but my
Fraking phenomenal.
Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods,
Nettled and stung with pismires[nettles], when I hear
Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
smacking his fist into
Hulga the whole while hollering like a half-slaughtered hog. (Attention, students of literature! Alliteration - have you noticed? - is my least vice.)
... it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger.
The sky was dripping.
Like a tap that a child has tried its hardest to turn off but hasn't quite managed.
Brain of Britain!" "If
town. In the back of his
London November 1912 Heather Farm Grasmere Westmorland Dear Tilly, I hope you and your sister
Hi Wankershim! Are you going to doodie? WHOAAAA!
Oh, Sophronia, thank goodness. Save me? Please? All those young girls, in pastels, talking about the weather. I shall go jump off a bridge, I swear I shall. Do you have bridges in Wiltshire? They chatter, they chatter worse than Dimity ever did. Oh, the chattering! The chattering, it haunts me.
Oh, it's called, em ... ' Kate thinks, 'I can't remember what it's called.'
'You're the same as me,' Dad says to her. 'You've got CRAFT too.'
'What's that?'
'Can't. Remember. A. Fuc-
The marvelous maturity of London! I would rather be dead in this town than preening my feathers in heaven.
Mum, Dad, Fergus... this is Skulduggery Pleasant
Stenton, was planning a Christmas party at Stenton Castle. He had asked Juliette and Stewart to join him, and Juliette would see to it that the Astleys received an invitation.
I'm from Southampton.
Flies round a honeypot would be nothin' to it, lad! Penniless and nameless as ye are now, the lasses still sigh after ye - I've seen 'em!" More snorting. "Even this Sassenach wench can no keep away from ye, and her a new widow!
One thing about whoring: It put a chicken on the table.
Understand this... Elizabeth is a Walsingham, and we Walsinghams chase no man."
"Aye, well, I'll be sure to tell that to Torquil the next time I see him.
Her who whose beauty is not like earthly beauty, dangerous to look upon, but like the morning star which is its emblem, bright and musical.
What are you doing?" Kody
"Going to ruin Thorn's day." Nick
"Do you think that's wise?" Kody
"Nat at all." Nick
There were fairies at Cottingley
No, what's a man like down there?"
"Oh." Sidheag wrinkled her nose. "Unimpressive. They have - "she gestured towards her own nether regions with one hand - "a sort of dangly sausage - lacks tailoring."
"Really?"
"Yes, like it wasn't fitted into its casing properly. And hairy.
his beating heart, her tears absorbed by
Coming nearer and
she had always considered that, far from the world of Ealing and its county councillors who over-ate and neighed like stallions, there were bright colonies of beings, chaste, beautiful in thought, altruist and circumspect. And, till that moment, she had imagined
Holding onto Midge's shirt so he isn't carried off in the wind, we
Julian of Norwich,
Winching was apparently a guy thing. As was wenching.
The wind's on the wold And the night is a-cold, And Thames runs chill Twixt mead and hill, But kind and dear Is the old house here, And my heart is warm Midst winter's harm ...
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Remember the people in the back streets of Derby.
Stephen, why are you shivering?'
'I don't know, my darling.'
'Mary, why are you crying?'
'I don't know, Stephen.'
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Ingersoll is with Homer and Tully and Shakespeare and Burns.
Since coming to Harwell I have met English people of all kinds, and I have come to see in many of them a deep rooted firmness which enables them to lead a decent way of life.
What's a wingding? Why, a wingding is, uh ... it's just like a shindig but without all the hullabaloo.
Lady luck is trying his best for Liverpool
Did you know, ji,' Zulu offered, 'that the map of Tolkien's Middle earth fits quite well over central England and Wales? Maybe all fairylands are right here, in our midst.
Brighton I-don't-know-your-middle-name Waterford, are you asking me to strip?
Cogg would suddenly stand stock still. "Listen," he would say. Some feeble quack would be heard from the willow beyond the pond. "That's an easy one to tell. The frog-pippit." Then he would add, As a safety measure, "As I believe they call it in these parts."
I grew up Windlesham in Surrey, which is a beautiful and quaint village.
Potter! There are hundreds of people thundering through my pub!
feeling - I understand.
She covered her body with a feather, reached under her legs, and threw her panties into the audience. A flying herpes rag. A hipster with mutton-chop sideburns caught it. He crumpled it in his fist and thrust it into the air excitedly. His little venereal prize. A
Street towards Covent Garden. There was
An old black ram is tupping your white ewe
Albion Park on a fierce spring morning. A mad March day of ice and fire. Thomas's feet beat a tattoo on the path. Every hair, every bristle on his chin stands on end. He is a small star-ship of blazing neurons- He is a librarian on his way to work, half-blind with sun and cold and memory.
Best thing in eird,I say for me, Is merry hart with small possessioun.
A letter today from a Mrs Gladys Freeman, 45 Sebastopol Terrace, Blackpool. 'Sir, reference the room you had here during the party conference season. Well, we know what it is. We know who done it. But for heaven's sake tell us where it is!
She had not the strength to come to life now, in England, so foreign, skies so hostile. She knew she would die like an early, colourless, scentless flower that the end of the winter puts forth
mercilessly. And she wanted to harbour her modicum of twinkling life.
Any word with the our ending could be spelt or, don'tchaknow." "Like neighbor instead of neighbour?" "It's a good idea," put in Snell. "Labor, valor, flavor, harbor - there must be hundreds. If we confine it to one geographical area, we can claim it as a local spelling idiosyncrasy.
I grew up in Ditchling. It was an idyllic village at the foot of the South Downs. In those days, the village was full of artists and sculptors.
Were I forced to describe this woman in one word, that word would be ... herpes.
Emblazoned across the back was THE AMAZING STRONG-GIRL OF SWANSEA!
Making love with his ego.
was working the cold up
And Tomlinson found this in the Times right before I left to come here. Windham
concerning whose
Whither thou goest...
If anyone else played Hermione, it would actually kill me.
How low am I, thou painted maypole? (Hermia to Helena)
You wanted to talk to me about SHCH.' Sacred Heart Children's Home, Nelson works out silently. He hates acronyms. Whitcliffe, of course, loves them.
Turning scarlet in her mind,
Our Lady of Cheribim Chit-Chat.
Are you lishening, my pretty vermin, are you lishening?
here you are in Bath, andBath-- Jane Austen
Out with it, Bayning," he said coldly. "Did you come here merely to complain, or is there some point to all this?" "I'm taking her away from here. Away from you!" Harry gave a chilling smile. "I'll send you to hell first."
- Harry & Bayning
Aberdeen, a city in the northern reaches of HSBC-London. Their
Sleepwalking down the hall like a firefly in the fog.
Come knit hands, and beat the ground in a light fantastic round
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
a chap who's supposed to stop chaps pinching things from chaps having a chap come along and pinch something from him.
Fancy your having no sunshine in London yesterday! Here it was glorious, like full summer, and I sat up with the window wide open, listening to the discourse of two amorous thrushes.
Giggs drops deep into that Sheringham position where he can turn and ride defenders.
Gluppit the prawling strangles, there!
Kaethe Schwehn's poignant memoir explores longing, both spiritual and physical, community and faith, in prose that is calm, lovely, and filled with clear-eyed honesty and grace. Tailings is simply an exquisite book.
Boarding school in Tring was a bit of a bubble that burst when I went to Hackney to go to drama school.
Mellingey Stream
Nether Hambleton and Middle Hambleton
Duh, Winning!!!!
(hhahaha)
Eshgham, a term of endearment meaning my love
Suffolk has something more than the coziness of Kent and Surrey. There is a hint of wildness in its tamed beauty, and the tang of the North Sea is never far away.
London is like a dream come true. As I ramble through it I am haunted by the curious feeling of something half-forgotten, but still dimly remembered, like a reminiscence of some previous state of existence. It is at once familiar and strange.
The Feeling Being
Thinks the sun shines out yer clacker.
Being dead is a bit like ... living in Bournemouth.
The Woes of Mrs Weasley