Behind those doors are unknown passageways, so my advice is be careful and think twice before you do it. For if you chose the wrong door, your life is at stake.
Stake in a casino and you could put a lot at risk, so don't ever set foot in a casino, if your brain and common sense are operating properly.
Properly regulated militia, as part of a...The right of a citizen to bear arms is controlled by these words, enshrined in the Constitution of the United States of America. So, we've got the arms, all we need now is the rest.
Rest now, play later. At least it isn't raining just at the moment.
Moment, by moment, step by step, slowly I turn, quick run to the car it is raining cats and dogs. I can tell cause I just stepped in a Poodle.
Poodles are hard to manage, they're high-maintenance. I don't want to be a poodle, neither should you, you should always live by your means.
Means you should always live within your means, too, a sensible idea that is missing from this credit-crazed society. Tony Blair has arranged it that our students leave university with a debt of about £15000 - whereas in the 60s it was paid by the state, which felt it was an investment in the nation's future.
Future Shock, by Alvin Toffler or somebody else: I have got a copy of that book at home and I'm sure I've never read it. Do you do that, buy books on a whim or on a recommendation and never get round to reading them?
Them books I've bought and never read - zillions! In fact, Future Shock was one of them, but I recycled it to Oxfam a few years ago - now working on other books such as:The Oxford Book of Exile.
Exile, marooning even. Did anyone know the word marooned before R L Stevenson wrote about poor Ben Gunn? Who was partial to a bit of cheese.
Cheese in Italy was simply marvellous. Dolcelatte is to die for, and there was a local speciality rejoicing in the name of squacquerone - very creamy.
Creamy, the top of crop. I look for the cream of the crop all the time.
Time, as it says in the song, will make the flowers grow. No mention of soil, mulch, rain, sunshine.
Sunshine Superman, that was by Donovan, wasn't it, in the 60s? He made a comeback or two, but I didn't like him first time round.
Roundabout 45 old cassettes have been cleared out of my shelves, including a Donovan one that belonged to my husband. And all the CDs - I didn't know Van Morrison and Joni Mitchell had recorded so much!
Much-Binding-In-The-Marsh; do you remember that? Part of an old radio series. I don't suppose you do, being a young stripling of a thing.
Thing is, my parents didn't listen to it. My uncle and aunt used to, so I heard it in their house, but that wasn't often.
Often, when on my couch I lie, in vacant or in pensive mood, it flashes on that inward eye which never does no one no good. So then I go to the pub for a bit of company.
Company is so good, and I lack it nowadays. My weekly horoscope says i should pursue it, so I joined an online dating agency.
Agency mangel-wurzlers? I know a lady in Connecticut who gets male companions on such an agency website, and she swears by, and occasionally at, it.
No, seriously, she finds it a boon.
