Rules Are For The Obedience Of Fools

I Just Made A Balls Of It, Old Boy. That's All There Was To It.

Rules Are For The Obedience Of Fools And The Guidance Of Wise Men.

I Then Realized My Analytics Data Was A Bit Odd. My Keywords Were No Longer With Me

I Then Realized My Appearance Was A Bit Odd. My Right Leg Was No Longer With Me. It Had Caught Somewhere In The Top Of The Cockpit As I Tried To Leave My Spitfire.

The Sea From Dunkirk To Dover During These Days Of The Evacuation Looked Like Any Coastal Road In England On A Bank Holiday. It Was Solid With Shipping.