At the retire, the cavalry fell back.

One of these [posters], When in Doubt, Take the Underground (1913), depicts a dazed, Chaplinesque man consulting his watch and looking perplexed. Well, he would look perplexed - he hasn't yet noticed the light of the Underground station sign behind him.

And the city as Junkspace vomits its detritus in the form of those unable or unwilling to pay the price for its maintenance. It isn't only money one needs to exist in Junkspace but the willingness and ability to spend in accordance with its regulations.

Once lewded-out. I sampled the bourbon, then somebody suggested I take five more hits.