Mumzie’s Reviews > A Cab at the Door & Midnight Oil > Status Update

Ok, I'm back, dammit. I heard anti-aircraft fire and had to come see what was happening. I'll only give you a fraction of my time, Pritchett, so don't pester me, and I will not rate you in the end, so get used to that idea right now. Such an unruly boy. I suggest caning him soundly.

At last I'm liking him, because he's reading.

They should call this The Life of a Hooligan and his Unlikeable Parents

The cabinet-maker was a naturalist- he used to speak of Nature as some loud fancy woman he went about with and whom his wife had got used to.

Coals were bargained for in the summer and sacked down, carefully counted piece by piece, in a heap near the stone shed. He would then grade the pieces in sizes and (reverting to his brick-laying days), he would build them into a wall inside the shed. Each day he would collect, one by one, the various sizes of coal needed for an economical fire.

His Gran had a poo fixation too. How odd. What is it about old women and their intestinal tracks?

Connexion! Since when does connection have an X in it? Are there a lot of pagan fog-worshippers in London? Where can i get a copy of the covenants?