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Hearing the hue and cry of the domestic help, the inmates of the house walk. 'I couldn't do it! It makes me sick! Just to see it!' she shouted. Every whereof the cottage, there were nothing but the hungry flame of the fire. It was a stroll down memory lane, except that memory lane has been closed due to foot and mouth. 'I tabled an amendment!' he shouted, several times, then fell into what seemed a deep, dreamy and blameless sleep.īaroness Castle described her own success as a countrywoman: camping and growing roses. (It had something to do with the fox feeling pain as it kicked the bucket.) Lord Burns, who wrote the Burns report on hunting, ruefully reflected on the way that his opinion - being killed by dogs 'seriously prejudices the welfare of the fox' - would 'pursue me for some time.' He undertook to explain what he meant by this curious circumlocution, and failed. Moments later, there was even an angry stir when McNally drank water. One longed for Alastair Sim to murmur, 'girls, girls!' but they just don't have the language to cope with this kind of outbreak. Barking at each other is the equivalent of Mrs Bennett hurling her tea in the vicar's face. It's not supposed to be like this in the Lords. 'Why haven't you put your name down? If you're still here at midnight, we will be very surprised! I'm not going to play your game!' Lord McNally got quite furious with Lord Lawson - you may recall him as Margaret Thatcher's chancellor, though to most people he is now the father of the more famous Nigella. Lord Falconer nipped off for two minutes, no doubt for a pee, and was greeted on his return by loud and ironic cheers. Things have changed in the House of Lords. (The word 'berk' is derived from this, making Lord Cope a rare example of human rhyming slang.) His name is Lord Cope of Berkeley, and the Berkeley hunt rides near his seat.

#HUE AND CRY INTO THE FLAME FULL#

I can't wait up until 2am!' Lord Ferrers uncoiled to his full height, which takes a while, and averred, 'I have a horrible feeling that Lord Longford is right.' So they ignored him.įinally, the Tory front-bencher rose. 'I was going to move an amendment in favour of drag hunting, which everyone agrees with. 'I have an amendment tabled,' he said, angrily.

Lord Cope was about to speak for the Tories, but he couldn't, because Lord Longford thought it was his turn. (Not a bad idea, when you think about it.) In their view the bill is just a preliminary to locking up all morris dancers in concentration camps. Though all the belonging was burnt to ashes, the couple seemed to be happy getting their son alive.Lord Bassam introduced the bill sombrely, though when he alleged 'the government is neutral', the Tories erupted in a low, grumbling, thunder, rather like the pounding of 200 hooves. Some her are men rushed to the young man with gunny sack and somehow managed to some the life of an innocent infant. The mother ran quickly to the young man and took her baby in her lap. There was fire in the dress of the young man. Then everyone saw the young man spring out of the cottage with the little hid in his bosom. There was a pin drop silence there for some moments. There was a universal distress all around about the fate of the infant. But no one dared go into the cottage to rescue the infant. Everybody gathered there was trying to extinguish the fire. She was dying for help to rescue her son. The mother of the infant was wailing madly. But the only son of the family, an infant, was left in the burning notate. Hearing the hue and cry of the domestic help, the inmates of the house walk up and somehow manage to save their lives. Every whereof the cottage, there were nothing but the hungry flame of the fire. Fire engulfed each and every canter of the cottage.

It was the darling place of a poor family. Suddenly, I woke up with a hue and cry at dead of night at a little distance. Next I had my supper and went too led at about 11 p.m. I got back home from my college at 5 p.m.

Hue and cry into the flame