Away but the hoose and tell me whae's there.

The Jack O'Lanthron was among the reeds again last night, and some of my neighbours are sore fleyed.

Besides they were dreadfully afraid that Freddy Malins might turn up screwed. They would not wish for worlds that any of Mary Jane's pupils should see him under the influence[…]

There was something distinctly low-key, even wilfully alienating about the band’s [Radiohead’s] performance. A scattering of OK Computer tracks were interspersed with more abstract latterday material – the clatter of 15 Step and Myxamatosis.