Ellen brought him one of her dust-caps, and went into contortions of mirth, which she found it impossible to control, when she saw him put it on before the mirror as grotesquely as he could.

The staff at The Conrad, even as the afternoon wore on, continued cheerfully to replace items, brining, among other things, a new joint of lamb and an exceedingly fresh fruit salad that sported quite a few fraises du bois.

This at last brought me to the cooley or ravine that I so longed to reach.

And here was Suggs decked out in oxblood Doctor Marten's boots, a collarless grandfather shirt, khaki combat trousers and a silver bomber jacket depicting mod iconography from The Who's 1973 album Quadrophenia on the rear.