According to what you say about the shells, there ought to be a thousand flamingos feeding in this very swash at this instant.

A flourish of trumpets and a shakerful of stardust to welcome Jeff Irving into the role.

I was unwigging myself, wiping off the white from my chubby boy’s face, easing myself out of bodice and fardingale.

Hubert had given me his passport, in great excitement. … Admittedly most old, bloated, calvous Germans could double for me, and even if he hadn't been doppelganger material, with the beard I had started growing and the two black eyes, you'd need x-rays to spot the difference.