Nor taint-worm ſhall infect the yeaning herds / Nor penny-graſs, nor ſpearwort's poiſ'nous leaf.

'Sjoe, it's coming down hard, eh? It's fantastic,' she shouts and discharges an exuberant giggle. They run along the side of the house onto a big covered veranda, an entertainment area from where they can see the rain sifting down in sheets […]

Like an awful alligator / Breathing fire and screeching hell-some, / With a pack of hounds.

Here was a man who took so much cocaine that he took to keeping his urine in bottles, in the fridge, because he was scared that wizards ‘might steal it’. And yet despite storing his rotting wazz next to his ham, it doesn't stop him being cool.