Like the time he went to a buck's party and didn't come home all night.

To be conscious is to be subject to just such a ping-pong of recurring nervous activities that effect muscle tone on one side and brain discharge on the other.

That gawdy earwig, or my lord your patron, Whose pensioner you are.

I follow Rattansi (2000: 123) on disrupting generalisations, for just as “there is no essential black British 'youthness'”, we know there is no essential white British “youthness” either.