The felon Rufus Dawes had stretched himself in his bunk and tried to sleep. But though he was tired and sore, and his head felt like lead, he could not but keep broad awake.

Hold up yuh hand if yuh nuh like battyman, hold up yuh hand if yuh nuh suck pussy, yuh nuh bowcat (Petridis 2004).

But sixty-plus middle-aged women dangling from ape-hanger handlebars, their modified Hogs parked along the town's half-mile drag, make for an unexpected, discombobulating weirdscape.

Ye that phanſy your ſelves the onely Zelots for truth and holineſs, the onely found and incontaminate part of our Nation, but the National Church ſick and crazy; if it vvere ſo indeed, vvhere is your Charity, and hovv little your Diſcretion, to run out of the houſe novv your Mother lies thus on her ſick-bed?