Showing posts with label bath. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bath. Show all posts

Friday, 15 March 2013

Malted milk and brandy



. . . Mr Franklin watched the stalwart figure march slowly and carefully across the pavement. He waited until the door had opened, heard the General say: ‘Hello, Shadwell, her ladyship still awake? No? Well, why don’t you and I go out and pick up a couple of girls and have a bath in Trafalgar Square fountain? No? You’ve no spunk, Shadwell — all right, malted milk and brandy, as usual . . .’


Mr American, p.392, Pan Books, paperback edition 1982.


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Tuesday, 31 January 2012

A savage and a mackerel



      Count Shuvalov, she informed me, was a sacred perverted beast, a savage and a mackerel and a swine of tastes indescribable .... demanding from her an Arabian Nights performance which I doubt even Dick Burton had ever heard of. He had also insisted that they smear each other all over with quince jam, to which he was partial, and while much of it had been removed in the ensuing frolic, I noticed that she still had a tendency to attract fluff and other light debris as she raged to and from the kitchen with hot kettles for her bath.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.35, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Thursday, 14 May 2009

Menn like Colonel Flash-mann



‘At Rugby School,’ repeated Albert. ‘That is a great English school, Willy,’ says he to the greenhorn, ‘of the kind which turns younk boys like yourself into menn like Colonel Flash-mann here.’ Well, true enough, I’d found it a fair mixture of jail and knocking-shop; I stood there trying to look like a chap who says his prayers in a cold bath every day.



Flashman at the Charge, p.33, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.




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Tuesday, 27 January 2009

Just the man



He was one of these direct, virtuous souls, bursting with decency, whose very thought was written plainly on his fresh, handsome face. Arnold would have loved him – and young Chard could have used a few of him at Rorke’s Drift, too. Brainless as a bat, of course, and just the man for my present needs.



Flash For Freedom!, p.119, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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Friday, 14 November 2008

Flashy's politics



God knows I’m no Tory, and I never set eyes on a Whig yet without feeling the need of a bath..



Flash For Freedom!, p.13, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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