This aimless policy in passenger transport is jettisoning passengers rather like a leaking hulk throwing cargo over-board in a desperate endeavour to reach the haven of some desert island.
A fair share for all is a fine slogan for shipwrecked mariners on a desert island, faced with ever-diminishing stores which it is beyond their capacity to replenish.
I understand that it concerns the oldest profession in the world, apart from gardening, which is something that one man can carry on alone on a desert island.
If the three could be exiled on a desert island, incommunicado, for 12 months or more, the interests of both the coal industry and the nation would be well served.
Which of us—certainly not myself—would decide to go and live on a desert island so that we could live solely on fresh fish and wild fruits?
I heard an amusing story the other day of a man who was supposed to be stranded on a desert island.
That person would be locked up, or put out of the country: sent to some desert island.
Let it be in some desert island removed from our sight.
