Your Trousers Are On Fire. I Would

The Cat Horus Shot Out From Under The Table And Headed For The Door, His Ears Flattened And His Tail Straight Out. There He Encountered Abdullah, Who Had Been Waiting For Us On The Verandah And Who Had, I Supposed, Been Alarmed By Emerson's Shouts And Hurried To Discover What Disaster Had Prompted Them. The Cat Got Entangled In Abdullah's Skirts And A Brief Interval Of Staggering (by Abdullah), Scratching (by Horus) And Swearing (by Both Parties) Ensued Before Horus Freed Himself And Departed.

Another Dead Body. Every Year It Is The Same. Every Year, Another Dead Body.

A Fondness For Martyrdom, Especially Of The Verbal Variety, Is Common To The Young.

His Masculinity Was Only Too Apparent

Most Men Are Reasonably Useful In A Crisis. The Difficulty Lies In Convincing Them That The Situation Has Reached A Critical Point