Again he wielded his ax.

The other day, my son came to me brandishing a second-hand T-shirt he wanted to buy.

While inside their hero slept, one waved a placard that read: "We fought for justice and survived".

We looked at the walkway and saw people waving towels at us, then we looked further out to sea and saw what looked like blood, and a man's leg come up.

I said to my fellow barmen and waiters, tearing open the envelope and waving at them the piece of paper I found inside. "You see this?