An Englishmans way of speaking absolutely classifies him.

We met at nine We met at eight I was on time No, you were late Ah yes! I remember it well.

Why can't a woman be more like a man?

It's not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.

Youth has many glories, but judgement is not one of them, and no amount of electronic amplification can turn a belch into an aria.

A schedule so tight that it would only work if I didn't sleep on Monday nights.

An Englishmans way of speaking absolutely classifies him.