Easton

…Croft, or one that was convenient just because it was nearby, the obvious examples being St Pauls or Easton. The insouciance of these personages was more than matched by the ebullience that day of the monks and nuns of the Eglise de la Bouteille, who positively welcomed the opportunity to engage in the sacred dionysian mysteries of their cult.

…Pantalon-Rouge, whom he remembered from a brief flirtation with personal fitness at Quads & Pex down like fuckin’ Easton, of which establishment M.de Pantalon-Rouge was in the way of being both the manager and a prominent shareholder. Mr Don Quicksotte sympathetically sighed.

Mr Hawksmoor Perroquet, weaving home bleary-eyed from his latest foray among the fleshpots and stews of Easton and St George, was most discomposed to find the foisted foundling to whom he had reconciled himself keeping company that late morning with his usurper.