Simple, lads: all you need to do is give up sandwiches, nights out and holidays, for half a fucking decade of your life, plus be one half of a couple, plus get money from your parents, and you too could afford a deposit on a flat in London.
Do England even think about these things?" I'm a simple lad, but I reckon I've just spotted a rhetorical question.
You can see why a lonely, demented old woman and a simple-minded lad would take pleasure in his company and feel bereft without it.
While no one else in the cast reaches that level (and who could?), there are sharply etched characterizations from Walter Charles as the villainous and (literally) self-flagellating Judge Turpin, Mary Beth Peil as the demented beggar woman and especially Mark Price, who brings a feral sharpness to the sentimentally conceived role of the simple-minded lad whom Mrs. Lovett befriends.
I have known clever priests garlanded with academic degrees; and simple country lads who were sincere, if not brainy, priestly pastors.
Aldo di Toro's Ernesto is a simple, lovable lad with a sweet, ardent tenor (his Com'e Gentil is a highlight), and Nicholas Lester's smooth Malatesta completes a strong trio of male leads.
In some instances, tracing a region's musical heritage is simpler: the lad-rock favoured by those in the north-west, and exemplified by Oasis, obviously owes some debt to the Beatles and to the baggy sound of the Stone Roses and the Happy Mondays, who in turn took their drug-friendly tunes and wide-legged fashions from the northern soul culture that exploded in the region in the 1970s.
For me, it's a simple decision, the lad's gone around the keeper, the keeper's gone to ground.
Tighe, one of six children, was "a fresh-faced lad of simple needs", with no involvement in the conflict, according to the subsequent assessment of a senior policeman.
The storyline is simple: a conservative Mennonite lad comes to Los Angeles, runs out of money, almost despairs.
Despite being in high office, he clings fast to his working-class origins – the shaving mug that was his sole inheritance, the tales of bar-room etiquette in Sheffield, the assurances to the media that he is "just a simple-minded northern lad".
