In one second, without any previous training or upbringing, he had become the wettest man in Worcestershire.

Unseen, in the background, Fate was quietly slipping the lead into the boxing-glove.

'The modern young man,' said Aunt Dahlia, 'is a congenital idiot and wants a nurse to lead him by the hand and some strong attendant to kick him regularly at i…

She fitted into my biggest armchair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing armchairs tight about the hips that season.

I haven't had that many women- only as many as I could lay my hands on.

I'm a little hoarse tonight. I've been living in Chicago for the past two months, and you know how it is, yelling for help on the way home every night. Things …

I pranked him! To death with a tire iron! Whammy! Blammy wowie zowie!