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to be reckoned with lurking in the shadows. 'So you've deigned to return, have you?' demanded who but that cursed, loathsome Major Flowers. Ignoring his question I asked where Rosie was. 'Rosie needed pampering after all your neglect so I've sent her off to a spa retreat. It's the least you could do, considering what my poor girl has to put up with. Ever since she met you she's ...' I didn't hear the rest, I slammed the door on him, locked it and went off to ...

Unforgettable (That's What You Are) ~ Nat King Cole

thought, rolling my eyes. Spare me from the earnest, woke younger generation wearing tshirts with gag-making slogans like 'When You Care Enough To Be Your Very Best.' Today Clyde was wearing one saying ...

I Don't Want To Set the World On Fire ~ The Ink Spots

electric green ink which I felt was downright pretentious and taking eccentricity a bit far. I left him to it with the stipulation that he showed the letter to me before he sent it off. Cuddling Lickety and feeding him snippets of biltong, I went off in search of Rosie. It seemed an age since I'd seen her, so much had happened in the interim and I hoped ...

All I Want Is You ~ Carly Simon

DNA.' As PC Peabody had no clues what DNA was ( he suspected it was something to do with TNT) let alone how long it was, he gave up and wandered off. 'There's a shop down the road that sells pet foods, I suggest you call in there, grab yourself some biltong, and head for home, lickety split!' said Ms Catchpool. I didn't think Rosie was going to be too thrilled about another cat, we were already bursting at the seams. That dratted Clyde Piper was followed back to our cafe with a mottled menagerie of strays and pampered pets every time he ventured out. Reuniting them with their owners took days and nearly ate us out of house and home in the meantime. Shoulders sagging, with a heavy heart and furrowed brow, I ...

I'll Be Home For Christmas ~ Bing Crosby

risk-takers, but first I needed to check in Lickety Split, as I had called my little rescue cat. Unfortunately, they had no room for further animals. Kitty Catchpool, the manager of Jacqui's Cat Palace, was a little perplexed. 'Why don't you take him home to your cafe?' 'Well,' I said ...

Lonely ~ Akon

or rather in, the bike basket. It looked suspiciously like Johnny Revolting, he thought. And he was correct, it WAS me. I'd just rescued a bedraggled moggy from a drain, where it appeared to have fallen and stuck fast. With a lot of manoeuvring, involving me laying flat on my stomach on a filthy pavement and sticking my arm down a disgusting drain, I'd managed to pull the poor little mite out. Despite being cold and shivering, it still managed to lick my hand and give a faint purr. I wrapped it in my yellow and blue scarf (I liked to be colour coordinated with my accessories) and made a beeline for ...

Only You ~ The Platters

to the fore. 'We're doin' nowt!' said Freddy Flintoff defensively. 'Ar didn' sair thee wur, Ar wur just askin.' 'Wats it t'ya?' asked Archie Cockerill, as cocky as his name. 'I were actually on t’lookout fah a Miss Ira Green.' 'That auld crone! She'll 'ave thee for breakfast, she will!' and the two lads ran off laughing uproariously. He wished he'd boxed their ears when he had the chance, but remembered ... ('Men who do knitting.' That'd really be the thin edge of the wedge for PC Peabody 😂 )

(the one and only) was winning in an eating competition by downing three large deep dish Chicago pizzas, a dozen peanut butter whisky cream doughnuts, four pints of John Smith's Newcastle Brown Ale, a jar of pickled gherkins, one pavlova topped with whipped cream, strawberries and chocolate sprinkles, a whole haggis and ...

Pomfret Towers by Angela Thirkell, Book 6 in Barsetshire series

in the neighbourhood feels he's entitled to behave in any way he sees fit, irregardless of the law. We're being overrun by illegal immigrants, taking our jobs, our houses, committing all sorts of heinous crimes. A defenseless lady like me isn't safe to sleep in her own bed at night, let alone walk the streets.' PC Peabody muttered under his breath, 'Any self-respecting criminal would run a mile after listening to her for a couple of minutes. Either that or ...

Addicted To Love ~ Robert Palmer

out the trauma of it all. I expect the perpetrator of this depravity to be dealt with in the harshest fashion and for our esteemed Barrow county councillors to ensure that a repeat of such shocking conduct is never allowed to transpire. Yours, Ira Green (Ms)' The Tinsel Star, the editor of which had caroused with the best of them, conveniently ...

A Teenager In Love ~ Dion & The Belmonts

Thursday, 6th inst. Never in all my born days have I witnessed such disgraceful behaviour. Degenerates were being sick and doing unmentionable things into Mrs Arbottle's window boxes. Her coleus and asteraceae will never be the same again. Quentin Quigley from No. 27 was seen hanging upside down from St Abundus's steeple, an absolute desecration, particularly as he was wearing a kilt at the time. And Councillor Halitosis was observed running up and down the street dressed only in a ...

Is There Anybody Out There? ~ Pink Floyd

red-rimmed eyes, slurred speech or unsteady gait was apparent. However, that meant nothing where Puddles was concerned. He was renowned for his prodigious capacity for alcoholic beverages of any kind with little or no obvious effect. Why, I'd known him, in one sitting, to down ...

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All Cried Out ~ Alison Moyet

went a long way to numbing the brain and making me forget my recent difficulties. After about ten minutes when my cerebrum began to thaw and the splitting headache eased, I decided it was probably time to head for home and ...