That was the stressiest day of my life!

She begged some nameless deity for just one sight of his blunt, black, printlike script.

Well one lunch-time when we're full of soup and sausages and tea, and we're just off to the bungalow to get the old feet up for half an hour or so, and maybe a quick ziz with a bit of luck, we hear a chirpy sort of small-size growl in the spring sky […]

Last time I saw him he was doing some mystical Rasputin gobbledegoo in Hyde Park. Pathetic.