The bulldust was starting to get really thick now and even thicker in the back of the Hudson! It got into everything.

The lightning struck and she lifted her front foot and pointed her toes to begin her combo.

And made us doff our easy robes of peace.

‘Children crawled over each other like little grey worms in the gutters,’ he said. ‘The only red things about them were their buttocks and they were raw. Their faces looked as if snails had slimed on them and their mothers were like great sick beasts whose byres had never been cleared.[…]’