[W]hen a shower of meteors / Cross the orbit of the earth, / And, lit by fringent air, / Blaze near and far, / Mortals deem the planets bright / Have slipped their sacred bars, / And the lone seaman all the night / Sails, astonished, amid stars.

[…] an equally complicated schedule caters for pretty well all-comers who are meticulously sub-categorised by the marketing department. For example one of Heaven's club nights welcome “gays, strays, straights, bendy boys and girlie girls” to a plethora of “bubblegum pop, disco, trash and house”.

Look at this! she says, mock-appalled at the scene. Seriously, what the fuck is this about?

From natural considerations physick commendeth the use of venery; and haply incest, adultery or stupration, may prove as physically advantageous as conjugal copulation; which notwithstanding must not be drawn into practice.