When he was dried he struggled into his shirt. Then, ruddy and shiny, with hair on end, and his flannelette shirt hanging over his pit-trousers, he stood warming the garments he was going to put on.

[…] and as a nightcap I happened to pick the copy of Plato […]

Whereupon an outlandish production number breaks out in which the Marx Brothers play xylophone on the pickelhauben of the assembled soldiers[…].

I am currently making six fifteen minute programmes about LGBO life around the world called The Pink Planet to be broadcast on Pride FM.