We thought an alcoholic was a low life, someone on metho, or a benighted person who drank a bottle of gin before breakfast. Not us.

Put up your Stick-Frogs, good Mr. Devils, an't please Your Worships, and let us converse civilly ; we are honest, well-meaning Men, and love Peace better than War, as well as our Betters.

The toilet was unusable because it was blocked.

But if the last two years are a teacher, look for the bombastic tweets to resume before sunrise.