Sometimes when I'm feeling my Wheaties, I want to be the one to go out and experiment, and I expect the drummer to help me by keeping it down.

In 2005 Charlie Brooker and Chris Morris’s satirical series Nathan Barley aired on British television; in it, they portrayed the nascent scene around Shoreditch and Hoxton in east London as a miserable gallimaufry of web-headed, tiny-bike-riding, moronic poseurs.

Her adventures in astral projection in which she has the sensation of flying over the earth and being connected with everything on the planet are accompanied by prosaic images of mist and stars.

She looked a trifle gauche, it struck me; more like a country girl with the hoyden taming in her than the well-bred creature she is.