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Thursday, 26 April 2012

A sort of English Texas



. . . nor do I enjoy the unsought hospitality of Society parvenus in the wilds of Yorkshire (a sort of English Texas peopled by coarse braggarts and one or two decent slow bowlers) with nothing to do but watch horses run in the pouring rain.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.222, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Friday, 17 February 2012

Play the bowling



...I was getting monstrous randy just thinking about it, so I decided to play the bowling as it came, strode down the swaying corridor, and knuckled the walnut.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.65, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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