Lunch is a midday meal, of varying size depending on the culture. The origin of the words lunch and luncheon relate to a small meal originally eaten at any time of the day or night, but during the 20th century gradually focused toward a small or mid-sized meal eaten at midday. Lunch is the second meal of the day after breakfast.
The abbreviation lunch, in use from 1823, is taken from the more formal Northern English word luncheon, which the Oxford English Dictionary (OED) reports from 1580 as describing a meal that was inserted between more substantial meals. It may also mean a piece of cheese or bread.
In medieval Germany, there are references to similariar, a sir lunchentach according to the OED, a noon draught – of ale, with bread – an extra meal between midday dinner and supper, especially during the long hours of hard labour during haying or early harvesting. In general, during the Middle Ages the main meal for almost everyone took place at midday where there was no need for artificial lighting. During the 17th and 18th century dinner was gradually pushed back into the evening, leaving a wider gap between it and breakfast that came to be filled in with lunch. A formal evening meal, artificially lit by candles, sometimes with entertainment, was a "supper party" as late as the Regency era.
This is a general glossary of the terminology used in the sport of cricket. Where words in a sentence are also defined elsewhere in this article, they appear in italics. Certain aspects of cricket terminology are explained in more detail in cricket statistics and the naming of fielding positions is explained at fielding (cricket).
Cricket is known for its rich terminology. Some terms are often thought to be arcane and humorous by those not familiar with the game.
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Lunch is the fourth album by the British art rock band Audience, released in 1972. It was their last original release before the departure of Keith Gemmell and the band's breaking up for several years. It peaked at 175 on the Billboard 200 chart.
Unless otherwise noted, all tracks are credited to Werth, Williams.
It's not black enough to see where any white is
So I'll wait another hour for you and your designer jeans
And I remember you as heartless as a freeway
And I wonder if the time will make your eyes like Angelynes
Will you shuffle to your seat
Greasy head and naked feet
And your expensive hands are swinging all your Beverly keys
The latest color on you lips and there's a satchel at your hips
And it's all full of broken Barbie dolls
And disassembled dreams
If you don't want for them to hate you cause you beautiful
How can you want them all to love you for the same thing
You went and left you license on the car seat
Had a couple drinks with him and then you changed your name and then
He handed you a tambourine and whistled
No matter what they call you by
The meaning stays the same
And now your shotgun on the floor
Your window's just a door
Riding backward 'cross state lines in high heels that they made you wear
Your steamers in the trunk
And it's all loaded up with junk
Like lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the sting
If you don't want for them to hate you cause your beautiful