* * * Speaking of spring poetry, Browning must have been unusually homesick in Northern Italy when he wrote Oh, to be in England / Now that Aprils there, because I was in Milan and Lake Como this month and I can assure you it never once occurred to me to wish myself anywhere else
In this evocation of contrasts and intrigue, raw noble ingredients stay true: a sparkling swathe of citrus and spice instantly transports through top notes of Mandarin, Coriander and Cumin
It is like saying that Robin Hood was in the pay of the Sheriff of Nottingham
I once saw a small-town idiot walking across the park, totally drunk, but he was holding an ice-cream, staggering, but also concentrating on not allowing the ice-cream to fall
One plausible explanation is error in recording smoking status
One version is that unruly patrons would be ejected through the door at 86 Bedford Street