It's barbarous, Norsus. It's Rome, said the giant flatly.

Come, bustle, bustle; caparison my horse

The station has been refurbished both at ground level and below ground, where the wide, fluorescently lit platforms are an almost unrecognisable metamorphosis of the dingy, reeking Low Level of old.

He thought for a moment as he deftly rolled the paper and tobacco into a durry, licked the edge and stuck it down.