There was me Alex...

... and my three droogs sat in the Korova milkbar making our rassoodocks what to do The fourof us were dressed in height of fashion, which in those days was a pair of black very tight tights with the old jelly mould, as we called it fitting on the crotch.Our pockets were full of deng, so there was no real need from the piont of crasting any more pretty polly to tolchock some old veck in an ally and viddy him swim in his blood while we countedthe takings and divided by four nor do the ultraviolent on some shivvering starry grey haired ptitsa in a shop and go off with the tills guts. Or as they say...
            money isnt everything