Mr Giles has even, rather whimsically, helped design his preferred vehicle: roo bar for those late-night mercy dashes, roof rack for swags, red hand-print (‘my hand’) instead of red cross on the side.

TAYLOR McBride let the suckitude of that word hang in the air until his agent nodded. “On ice?” Once more the disdainful tone.

He heauens himselfe on earth, & for a litle pelfe cousens himselfe of blisse.

Did you fill that girl last night?