Gallienus gave up this source of income, and probably tried to increase his gold supplies by copying Caracalla and constantly proclaiming Victoriae so as to be able to collect the aurum coronarium.[…]This might well be why Gallienus proclaimed his victories in countless series of coins (as in the famous “legionary coins”), the Victoriae being numbered up to Vict. VIII within a few years.[…]The minted gold also had to come from somewhere. If it came mainly from the levies of the aurum coronarium, as I presume it did, judging, at last, from the eight Victoriae proclaimed around 260, the resources of the men who had to produce it were severely drained.

Presumably while Armin as Tutch is off “whipping the cat” ( getting drunk ) with the watermen, Blue John, his doubled part, arrives to entertain the wedding guests with his nurse and a boy.

The rah-rah girls dancing onstage were shaking their thing as Phil wobbled his way down the runway flanked by a Dutch walk-on girl dressed like a Thunderbirds pilot, all enhancements bouncing to the Eurobeat, as the surgeon intended. Then it was Mike's turn. His girl was dressed in a lime-green minidress and fat gold rope chain (subconsciously channelling Run DMC), which wasn't the only plastic on show. Neither walk-on girls I recognise. They must be the continental ones.

I should be quite prepared to see it crowded with the portly forms of a number of London draymen, porters, footmen, etc., with a proportional number of cooks, kitchenmaids, and other specimens of the area belle, all as plump, blooming, and buxom as "forty ounces of solids,” mulcified with twenty ounces of milk, and the whole washed down with “either half a pint of port, sherry, or Marsala; or one pint of Burgundy, claret, or other similar wine;