uniformed officer looked down from the rail above, saluted, gave a
As we followed him out I discovered that my fingers had a fife of
Didnt work. In the end I narcgassed the lot and went in and pulled
change their image, go upmarket. Get rid of Blimey McSwiney and his
soon as I knew. Sorry . . .
you, for all the obvious reasons.
Any ideas? From you-or your indispensable strategic planning
thrown wide. I stepped in and seated myself on the soft cushions.
be cheap young feller.
smoke and flame leaped out to the rear, singeing the soldiers who