Irish Times (Crosaire) - Aug 6 2001

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After all, praise be that you and I are in the ale ALLELUIA
And 30 across, the sort of fishy way one might be beginning to fire KIND
Around the century, the confused lover becomes most clinging VELCRO
Behold, see your supporter in the neighbourhood! LOCALLY
Below the North, it will have you 31 across NETHER
By way of one pound for a very small bottle VIAL
Gee! Dodge around it in a determined way DOGGED
How the saint was riding, yet was walking STRODE
How wearing the anger of a non-drinker can be ATTIRE
I am up to have got insect fired for the Church MILITANT
If ten eat like this, that'll sting them! IODINE
Is 'e so 14 across as to have the bloody cat around? CATEGORY
It's so shocking if you are in the cover LURID
Just see about what's turned up in church, strictly speaking SEVERE
Not out for the latter part of the meal INNER
Not so young, likewise ELDERS
Odd that it's not so odd at the bottom ELEVEN
One can't see such a first meeting being fruitful BLINDDATE
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One could never be happy so to break the rig over the First Lady GRIEVE
One would not go along with 'er LING
Over to the doctor, one foot in the red state OVERDRAFT
Pitched onto the road TARRED
Spoken to where the letter's going ADDRESSED
That's the state of the father of the river NEVADA
The soft, loose sound of the young, in a manner of speaking PRATTLE
The stringy girl turns up around one SISAL
There's a calf in there GAITER
Those old king's representatives could have been severe REEVES
To be honest, is this how the Post Office stamps on your stamp? FRANKLY
To be so fat round the middle, that's what makes Ted so inflexible BIGOTED
Torn at the tree that's torn in bits with the T.D. around TATTERED
Unconscious of the French being among the split peas ASLEEP
Under the piano one is so sick if there are bucketes there AILS
Was musical in a knightly-sounding way SERENADED
Ways to get around underground, by the sound of them ROUTES
Where there's firing, one has lost one's head INGLE