Whereupon an outlandish production number breaks out in which the Marx Brothers play xylophone on the pickelhauben of the assembled soldiers[…].

I am currently making six fifteen minute programmes about LGBO life around the world called The Pink Planet to be broadcast on Pride FM.

When he was dried he struggled into his shirt. Then, ruddy and shiny, with hair on end, and his flannelette shirt hanging over his pit-trousers, he stood warming the garments he was going to put on.

[…] and as a nightcap I happened to pick the copy of Plato […]