Mard was what nesh children were, when I grew up in North Derbyshire, and they probably persist in whining to this day, especially if starved through (feeling chilled).
Evelyn Waugh tells the story of a young Russian aristocrat who fled the revolution and found himself in Paris, alone and stateless, with barely enough money to starve through two more weeks... until he realized he was in Paris, "and decided to have a luncheon".
We lay out the whole spectrum of options in the paper: do nothing, euthanize the starving, right through to feeding bears.
It was a mere bag of shells in 1979, but it now bestrides the world as Charlemagne once did, feeding starving fans through myriad media.
Starving hungry through their inability to leave Twitter and reach their refrigerator, they drag themselves to the Twitter abuse monitors to report each other for racism, for Islamophobia, for homophobia, for transphobia or for sitting on the bloody fence.
He always seemed to be starving, walking through the door and announcing that he hadn't had lunch, and then he would eat ravenously, reaching behind my mother to steal cutlets as she was frying them, before she had a chance to set them properly on a plate with red-onion salad.
"If you end up starving people through limiting food shipments, if you prevent them from getting access to essential medical supplies, then vulnerable people are more likely to align with extremist elements like the Iranians".
I stay starving all through the night, so I don't do my job well.
