Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Alas, the opening para betrays Mr Freeman as out of touch.
He seems under the impression that,
"It will take more than a passing acquaintance with the thwack of leather on willow to win the right to British citizenship."
"Thwack of leather on willow", be damn'd.
Make it the fiercesome familiar thwack of *cane* on rump, and you'll be closer to the pukka Albion mark.
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