I'm not entirely sure what I'm looking at.
It was bad enough standing on the dockside waving away my contemporaries as the ship called fulfilment raised its anchor and chugged away towards the horizon, it’s quite another to be left standing on the runway as Elon Musk’s last batch of new pioneers leaves the abandoned earth to plunder another planet.
Alpha males, and passive aggressive silence.
That’s why people like Tsitsipas, who still hangs around with his fishwife mum, and gets his girlfriends from agencies, is so bad for the game.
Our commissioning editors are the sort of people who could not be trusted to judge an IQ contest between Joey Essex and Bobby Seagull.
Putin needs Trump as badly as Trump needs Putin.
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Not very long ago, in a manuscript for a novel, I wrote (of scientists, but meant by it boors stinking of self-rectitude) Wait ’til they realise that there wasn’t a Big Bang, and that our particular part of the cosmos looks like it’s expanding outwards, while the real explanation is that everything around it is going in the other direction. Like cancer on an ageing corpse. They won’t say sorry, though, – they’ll just say, “We’re even cleverer now.”
Consider this for a rule change: there has to be clear air between the attacker and the defender.
In Emily, moments of the absurd provided telling glimpses into the humour and recusant nature of the protagonists, in this, it feels like the writer has provided cameo roles for his favourite jokes.
And only then do the scales finally fall from their eyes, as they are forced to acknowledge the likely provenance of the strange umami flavour of the apero-snacks that had been served with their introductory two-for-one Prosecco package on arrival.
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