Osama Afaq Ali Photographerhas quoted10 months ago
grown lovingly in the sandy soil by the estuary and as smooth to the touch as sea-scoured beach pebbles. The man who was not moved to eat the jackets of such potatoes was nothing if not a scoundrel.
Francis Sarabiahas quoted6 months ago
ales, in the sickly yellow waistcoat he wore on weekdays, was perched on a high stool behind the bar, reading the racing results to Old Crubog.
Pat Hallhas quoted6 months ago
Normally, he would not have blamed him for avoiding the latter because the jackets of s