Quotes About Stroud

Burned and squashed to death in a silver vat of soup. There must be worst ways to go. But not many.

Ooh, I smell something burning... Wait, wait - it's your pants ! Your pants are on fire, you massive liar ! You so weren't on a case !

That old cow gave me a right old whack. See this horrible red blob?

You could stuff a cushion with all that hair. I wonder if—" "Hold it!" I said.

But she has little experience of helpless-looking boys.

Who knows? Maybe it's my natural style he envies, maybe my boyish charm. Perhaps it's my setup here—having my own agency, no one to answer to, with fine companions at my side." He caught my eye and smiled.

I've no interest in chasing girls while our neighbours are being murdered.

Well done, Albert." Scarlett's voice came from close behind him. "I'm right here. Just relax now. Ignore the shooting." Which was pretty much Albert's motto at the best of times.

Really?" "No. I'm being ironic. Or is it sarcastic? I can never remember." "Irony's cleverer, so you're probably being sarcastic.

No one was in the car, but now that he was harboring a fugitive he had developed a level of situational awareness that bordered on painful.

I was born on the first day of January 1941 in the front bedroom of my grandparents' house in Rodborough near Stroud in Gloucestershire where my mother had come to escape the bombing in London.