Cartoons I don’t know why we come to this pub, we can never get a seat Paul Wood ‘I don’t know why we come to this pub, we can never get a seat.’
Leyla Sanai The doctor who wanted me dead From Spectator Life On New Year’s Eve, at about 3 p.m., I phoned for an ambulance. The pressure sore on the weight-bearing surface of my right amputation stump…
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