... “You’ve just shagged all over it, and probably got spunk all over the sheets!” Robert raised his eyebrows. “Then call up the maid for some new ones,” he said. “At four-thirty in the morning?” Jimmy snorted derisively. “Well, then go cuddle up to Bonzo or Jonesy,” Robert proposed. “I’m sure they’d love to have an angry Jimmy Page pounding on their...
..."Oh, nine, ten-ish." There's a bit of a pause before he says, "You're not very smart, are you?" "Neither are you, sir." I reply. He sits there breathing into the phone for about thirty seconds before he hangs up. Surely I was finished with him for one night? Hardly. He sent the last defense in on me. That's right. Mister Manly Man with his Zima and badass attitude sent his girlfriend down ...
The switch to digital has not been kind to me. I am not receiving channels six, twelve, thirty five, forty eight, fifty seven or sixty five. I barely receive channel seventeen and channel twenty nine. As twenty nine is home of the Simpsons, I am greatly displeased. The Hobbits come from the Shire for their visit in less than a week. I am worried that my domain is not clean enough. I am ...
....” He consulted a padd. “There are currently forty-seven Vulcan Starfleet members who are on duty elsewhere, and a further thirty-four at the Academy. According to the Vulcan Embassy in London, there are one hundred and thirty-six Vulcans resident on Earth; we don’t yet have figures for other planets.” He was silent for a moment. ...
... he’d be the one to bring it up. “And what do you think would happen if we turned away now?” She asked, rising to her feet to meet his opposition. “We could travel for another thirty years and never find another habitable planet.” She watched as the realization sunk in over the younger man. “Call an emergency meeting of the Quorum. We will need everyone involved in creating our plan of action.”...
... jutted along the skyline to the southwest. They marked the remains of the town's predecessor, Fustat, city of the tents, which had been burned to keep it out of the hands of the Crusaders nearly thirty years before. Altaïr had no love for the Crusaders. He spat at the sight of the broken citadel and set off unerringly into the maze of mosques and markets that made up the city of Al-Qahirah, ...
...one of many scattered books on gunnery - Guns of the Old West , The British Over-and-Under Shotgun , Shotguns and Shooting , Shotguns and Gunsmithing - and flipped the manual open to page thirty-five, her finger skimming over the words with familiarity. Starting from low gun position, the student is told to shoot either left or right target, not knowing until the command which it will be....
... felt myself zipping through tasks with so much energy that i actually derived some kind of wreckless pleasure from them. i enjoyed hauling buckets of ice across a restaurant and seeing that thirty-some people all received their chicken parmesian smoothly. i enjoyed the practice of moving with efficiency and of charming my tables with the stupidest small talk imaginable. at one point i realized it...
... graduates of Roberts College, had achieved power in Istanbul in 1908 and promised equal rights for all of the empire’s citizens, barely a year passed before the slaughter of Armenians resumed. Some thirty thousand of them were butchered by Turkish troops in south-central Anatolia.” In a section titled, “The most horrible crime in human history,” Oren wrote: “The first reports, from December 1914...
