I could have quite literally snogged until the cows came home. And when they came home I would have shouted, "WHAT HAVE YOU COWS COME HOME FOR? CAN'T YOU SEE I'M SNOGGING, YOU STUPID HERBIVORES???

Shakespeare is just some bloke who keeps ranting "what light trough yonder window breaks" its the moon for god sakes!

He said, "Hi, gorgeous," which I think is nice. I admire honesty.

Its okay I'm wearing really big knickers.

This soft grass suggests 'softness' to me, but also at the same time 'lying-down-ness'.

Dad at breakfast today being very quiet. I notice he is clean shaven. I said to him, "Vati, what has happened to the little beaver that used to live on the end of your chin?

Heathcliff. The "hero" of Wuthering Heights. Although no one knows why. He's mean, moody, and possibly a bit on the pongy side. Cathy loves him, though. She shows this by viciously rejecting him and marrying someone else for a laugh. Still, that is true love on the moors for you.