battle of bragues on Sandgate where met the noyr blank and rogues and the hash-say-ugh of overgestern pluzz the ’stuesday’s shampain in his suckmouth ear, while the park birds curse his floodlights; Portobello, Equadocta, Therecocta, Percorello; he pours into the arras of 568 what brilliant bridgecloths and joking up