I got a closing at four o'clock in the Chrysler building and I'm boiled as an owl.

There were three special attractions — an ironmine, an ostrich (which eats brass and iron to help its digestion !), and a leopard, the latter a compliment to the Lord Mayor, whose arms bore three leopards' heads, and whose crest was a leopard.

Through a ceiling to floor mirror that covers an entire wall, I “smize” at my stunning reflection, having easily mastered the come-fuck-me look that's going to sell me millions of CDs.

When they cannot afford glue or are too scared to steal petrol, these youngsters turn to Jenkem as a way of getting high.