My grandad had an Ackbar head (not the toy, a reddened pate). All of those years tending the greens endowed him with a porcine sheen.
See Johnny run.
See Blair dead.
Good boy Johnny.
Well done Johnny.
After the House of Commons Speaker John Bercow spoke warmly about the Neo-Nazi threat on an MP’s life yesterday, it’s temperate language which is needed. Sense and sensibility, if only to usher out and away the sibilant, redundant soundbites of May. Along with her.
To parp is to be a Mr. Toad. To ‘carp’ sounds as is one is carrying out a musical action or numerical notion, something substantial and meteoric, perhaps, once the abacus has been assembled and the charts drawn up to set out the passage.