What does Sophie Kasaei think is in story for Gaz Beadle's future now, eh?.
Is it comparable in length and girth to a Sky remote control, as Gary claims in his autobiography, Gaz And My Parsnip? And as the moon rose higher, the inessential houses began to melt away till gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors' eyes, A fresh green breast of the new world.
Only one way to find out.
For a transitory, enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent.
You know what we spend a lot of time thinking about? I dedicate this work to Vasily Arkhipov, the deputy commander of a Soviet nuclear submarine off the Cuban shore who said no to his comrades and may have saved the world.