He sighed. It had come to this. He was a responsible authority, and people could use terms like "core values" at him with impunity.

I mean, I wouldn't pay more than a couple of quid to see me, and I'm me.

Magrat had used a lot of powder to make her face pale and interesting. It combined with the lavishly applied mascara to give the guard the impression that he was looking at two flies that had crashed into a sugar bowl.

Several sellers of hot meat pies and sausages in a bun had appeared from nowhere and were doing a brisk trade. [Footnote: They always do, everywhere. No-one sees them arrive. The logical explaination is that the franchise includes the stall, the paper hat and a small gas-powered time machine.]

Plot exposition that can be gently wound out by the authorial voice and internal monologue of a character in the length of a page has to be delivered in a matter of seconds on the stage.

Ridcully was to management what King Herod was to the Bethlehem Playgroup Association.

So much universe, and so little time.