The different patrols, too, are distinguished from each other by the colour of the bunch of ribbons worn on the left shoulder; the lions being yellow and red, the kangeroos red and grey, etc.

My blood is mingled with the crime of lust; / For if we two be one, and thou play false, / I do digest the poison of thy flesh, / Being strumpeted by thy contagion.

Reet. Wot fort do? I'm off wom.. No, we're not speaking a foreign language, although the bulk of readers could be forgiven for thinking so. Rather, for those in the know, it is of course a typical example of 'Wiganese' dialect, which has been brought to life by an Avanti West Coast-funded mural in the underpass of Wigan North Western station.

Although the bass player had no experience playing in New Orleans, the crowd's enthusiastic response showed that he had the chops to make it in the very particular Crescent City jazz scene.