Every Laugh In Anthony Hope's The Prisoner of Zenda
"I laughed, and went on with my egg."
England is not a serious place
You Are Not In A Swashbuckler
You are kidding yourself if you think that this is swashbuckling.
It Seems Like You're Not Allowed To Call Anything A Green Man Nowadays
I had forgotten, but we're not supposed to call them Green Men anymore, aren't we? Nowadays they're all "grassy boys" or "vegetative visages," but God help you if you call them Green M – you-know-whats, I should say.
In An Ever-Changing World I'm Grateful For The Reassuring Familiarity of Raffle-Ticket Technology
A lot of things seem to be changing these days. Not the way they give out raffle tickets, though.
Hark to the Pig Bell
"The Curfew Bell is still rung from St. Peter's Church every night at 8 pm. This used to be called the Pigbell as it signalled the time that the animals could be put on to the street and that people should put out their fires."