Pride is all very well, but a sausage is a sausage.

It was one of those problematic occasions with long silences, sporadic coughs, and people saying isolated things like, "Well, isn't this nice.

Everyone should occasionally break the law in some small and delightful way. It's good for the hygiene of the brain.

Strength enough to build a home, Time enough to hold a child, Love enough to break a heart

Several sellers of hot meat pies and sausages in a bun had appeared from nowhere and were doing a brisk trade. [Footnote: They always do, everywhere. No-one sees them arrive. The logical explaination is that the franchise includes the stall, the paper hat and a small gas-powered time machine.]

I didn't go to university. Didn't even finish A-levels. But I have sympathy for those who did.

"Out of Print" is bookseller speak for "We can't be hedgehogged".