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Tuesday, 29 May 2012

A pint of port



So there he was, reputation blasted, and nothing for it, you’d have thought, but to order a pint of port and a pistol for breakfast or join the Foreign Legion.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.247, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.



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Thursday, 25 November 2010

Flash interior design



…there’d be nothing for it but clap a pistol in his mouth and call in the decorators.

Flashman and the Redskins, p.273, Pan Books edition, 1983.

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