Vorpal wrote:Daily Mail editor Nigel Molesworth took to umbrella the poisoned dart laced with precipitate was there ready. "Hack that, you Martian alien being!" "Being wot?" asked Paddington in Peruvian, juggling Seville oranges and cyanide syringes. It seemed that his marmalade tasted of bitter marzipan, marmite, mustard, mussels, margarine, maltezers, mango, and dog piddle. Maybe Monday might make mincemeat of making more marvellous marzipan and melon macaroons, mixed methodically in marinaded monkfish might move more muck than money. Maybe more men move more muck mainly mustering muscle to mow meadows momentarily making many manly machinations magnificently misogamous. Mauritanian master-bakers manipulating moving machinery may make mistakes, merrily mangling members making marmite mayonaise
Aside: it's amazing (or indicative of something) how fixated on food this thread is.