The Jam were one of the finest bands ever and Down in the Tube station at Midnight is one of their best singles.
The lead singer, Paul Weller, is a very stylish chap in spite of the occasional foray into bleached hair and moccasins.
Without A Town Called Malice the world would be a poorer place
(Lat) Thanks be to God.
The Royal Navy have a different toast for each day of the week
The original versions were...
Sunday: Absent friends and those at sea.
Monday: Our native land or King and country.
Tuesday: Our mothers or Health and wealth.
Wednesday: Ourselves or Our swords or Old ships.
Thursday: The King; honest men and bonnie lassies.
Friday: Fox hunting and old port or Ships at sea.
Saturday: Sweethearts and wives.
The current versions are...
Sunday: Absent friends.
Monday: Our ships at sea.
Tuesday: Our men.
Wednesday: Ourselves (the remark "since no one else is likely to think of us" usually follows the toast).
Thursday: A bloody war or a sickly season.
Friday: A willing foe and sea room.
Saturday: Sweethearts and wives ("may they never meet" is the popular rejoinder).
Which finally leads us to the 'Navy Grace'.
The selected Officer stands at the head of the table, bows his head and says...
"Thank God"
...and dining may commence
Do-It-All were once purveyors of garden paraphernalia, they might still be for all we know
Home Depot do much the same thing in the New World
Both can comfortably be expected to sell hose pipes
We can say no more at this time
A debutante. A young woman who, having made her debut by being presented to the Queen, can enjoy her first social season.
The Daily Mail is the middle-brow tabloid of middle-aged Middle-England - all of which makes it sound deceptively harmless.
In fact it is a shameless propogandist rag for the worst sort of xenophobic evil. According to the Mail...
A) Single mothers should be burned at the stake .
B) Asylum seekers should be flogged and eaten or sold into slavery as cleaners for nice, middle-class families.
C) 'Gangs' of 'young tearaways' should be given a taste of the cat and eight years of National Service.
D) All homosexuals are pederasts and should, therefore be forced to wear a pink triangle and an enormous felt hat in the shape of a syphillitic penis which will enable them to be readily identified by armed vigilante gangs.
E) Every trueborn Englishman has an inalienable right to a half timbered house in the Home Counties with a twelve mile cordon sanitaire between him and the nearest person of colour, a gigantic, gas-guzzling German car, a simpering wife who lost interest in sex just after she married him but turns a blind eye to his penchant for underaged Eastern European prostitutes, three children he hates in expensive schools, a job for life, a pension, health insurance and every other financial instrument that promises to insulate him from contact with social provision.
All Daily Mail readers should be blinded before being buggered to death over the bonnets of their huge cars by gangs of immigrant squeegee merchants.
Aah. That must be the nurse with my medication.
Anti-terrorist measure advocated by the Bush Administration
Though suggested to secure houses from chemical attack various other uses for duct tape have been offered, many of which would be an effective deterrent to rogue leaders
See: Junta
Chap in Jane Austin's novel Pride and Prejudice
Not afraid to tell the gentler sex where to get off
Got away with it for most of the book but got caught in the end, poor chap
In the televisual version of this classic the part of Mr Darcy was played by Mr Colin Firth
Mr Firth sent ladies hearts racing, and indeed some gentlemen's too.
May also refer to 'The Destiny of Darcy Dancer, Gentleman' by J.P Donleavy
The receptionist at our London club is as abidingly beautiful as she is intelligent and forthright.
If she ever heard either of us refer to her as the 'Desk Frippet' we would end up wearing our testicles as cufflinks
While we live, let us live
Epicurean motto meaning pleasure is the goal of morality, or something.
Well you can't say fairer than that can you?
The denizens and habituees of the Shoreditch area of East London.
This fashionable district used to house a thriving furnituremaking, horoligical and printing industry. It is now awash with scooter riding, dead-eyed new media dickheads in £300 Japanese import trainers, three-quarter length, laser cut paper trousers and Hoxton Fin haircuts.
Females tend to dresses cut from two pieces of felt copydexed along the seams and footwear of such abiding ugliness as only hitherto seen when bolted firmly to leg irons. Dressed like this and idling outside shops they are in constant danger of having coins thrust into their heads by well meaning passers by.