Throughout his many years at 't Big House, Old Scrotum, 't Bungling Baron Waste O' Space's wrinkled retainer, had provided loyal service to 't Master. Whether taking Boogeroff, 't Baron's flatulent whippet for long walks oop snicket, or simply polishing 't Baron's big brass bound buggery boots, he had always carried out his duties with care and dedication.
Then came 't day he werr summoned to 't Baron's office oop at 't werrks....
"Scrotum, savings have terr be made, tha knaws. So tha's fired. Gerrout!"
And the poor old sod wandered off into the gathering gloom of a Lancastrian autumn, wondering when it had all begun to turn to worms for 't Bungling Baron.....