Medusa

Mr Hawksmoor Perroquet recognised this personage from previous dealings, she being none other than Medusa the gorgon, the dreadlocked lady beadle of Club Autonomie, under the baleful gaze of whom he had all those years before sworn off the powders which had blighted his matrimony. The present encounter served only to augment his vexation, for he did not like to be called to the recollection of this unhappy episode.

…witches or mythical sisters, also perched atop chemical drums, these being none other than the Infirmary Lady and Medusa, the Gorgon guardian of Club Autonomie, the former stolidly listening whilom the latter did inveigh most bitterly against the pharmaceutical undertakings of Mr Francis MacMahon et al.

…open doors, and who shielded him as he ran the gauntlet of the worst kind of mob which Medusa the gorgon, turning hearts to stone, could assemble and marshall with her loudhailer - craque fumeurs and drinquers of fermented apple juice, blaque-clad fellow anarquistes, and members of the … er … squatting community. Several of these oxygen thieves were in questionable control of slavering dogues, these beasts no respecters of…

…During this period, rabble-rousers came to the fore, the most prominent among these being Medusa, the gorgon of Club Autonomie in Robertson Road. Her career under the media spotlight ought to have been a short one, given her propensity to petrify the souls of nearly everyone who was so unfortunate as to make her acquaintance. And such must inevitably have been the case, had it not been for a singular…

…in the distance, and gradually resolved itself into the hideous creature who was the custodian of the grove. Medusa looked up and espied Mr Hawksmoor Perroquet turning to stone in the tree.

…to a table where several familiar and more or less roguish elements took their ease, viz. inter alia, Medusa of the writhing dreadlocks, and Solomon the toper and Hieronymus the harlequin, who were both drinking to the success of the skin grafts which they had undergone in the wake of the industrial accident in Little Mogadishu.

For their part, the aforementioned rogues - Solomon the wise, the clown Hieronymus, Medusa the Gorgon, and St Just the tiger (or catamite if you will) - did not deign to remark upon the fleeting passage by their comble of the mynah bird, wrapped up as they were in their latest intrigue, viz. the charivari which they thought they might get up.

…be taken was at this point the occasion of an altercation between the de facto masters of festivities, Medusa the gorgon and St Just the tiger or catamite of … er … Squattocrat Towers. The gorgon was all for advancing via Stokes Croft and the Bearpit into the City, and taking a turn or two about City Hall, and perhaps laying siege to the Magistrates Courts and the offices of…

…shouting died down again, and a new voice, which the universal speculum would have recognised as belonging to Medusa the gorgon, assailed him from from quite nearby,

…It was an ill thing that we did in making sport of the Mayor and the Lady Mayor. We are indeed no better than the beasts of whom we speak.”

…were compelled to remain attached by their chains to the beadles of that institution who attended with them. Medusa the Gorgon also was suffered to sally forth from Eastwood Park, withal placed under similar restraints, and it amused all present to witness the petrification of the granite-faced ladies charged with conducting her thither. Fleeting appearances were also made by the fugitives Mr Crass Cheseham and Mr Francis MacMahon, both upon…