The shoulder-Satan whispered into Fred’s ear, “How many chances do you get to confusticate Satan himself?”

I’m talking, of course, about the vuvuzela. Essentially, a metre-long blowhorn, which you may struggle to get past a steward at an English football ground.

Heleniums mostly have an upright habit, though the taller ones may need staking in spring or cutting back by half in early summer to stay that way.

[…] he still retained that simple, unostentatious elegance, that marks the man of real fashion