“ Not one of the boys like me. I’ve put their noses out of joint.”“Well, they were never good-looking lads. ”
Mary, we met in a pub. As you weren’t banging a tambourine, I understand you weren’t selling the word of God.
~ Luggs
I don’t know what came over me.” Charlie smiled. He drew her to him and kissed her. “Me,” he said.
I don’t know what came over me.”Charlie smiled. He drew her to him and kissed her. “Me,” he said.
She fell on the bread and cheese as if she were a lioness. Did lions eat cheese? He didn’t know. He knew Mrs Prater’s kitten ate cheese. He ate anything. Poor bloody animal. Still, he was a slum cat, no reason why his life should be better than a humans' sad ruddy existence.