[FOsen]

Alright, I got nuthin, but I'm moving on to history - maybe . . .


His felt pen was so cheap and worn, it looked as if someone had upended Moammar Gadhafi and started writing with his fuzzy little hat.

The last passenger to board the giant ship was Ms. Edith Ryland of Somerset. Her massive stern was then slowly turned toward the assembled onlookers; she gave an earsplitting toot, which was heard throughout the harbour, and slid ponderously from our view. In bulk and grandeur, she resembled nothing so much as a fearsome, primeval leviathan.

It hit her like a bolt of lightning, which, unfortunately, it was.

As the plane descended, he could see the factories hugging the valley like sweat stains in the crease of an overweight wrestler’s spandex shorts - that was where he knew he must go.

The sea was agitated, like a small girl who's discovered her brother got into the chocolates and ate everything that doesn’t contain coconut.

The storm raged, like an old man demanding directions in a library while his wife tries to tell him to put the batteries back in his hearing aid.

Look at me, I’m as helpless as a kitten on a stick.

He was as dull and uninspired as, I don’t know what.

Frank