Chugalug (#9960),
...I do apologise, My Lord, I expressed myself poorly. I should have said that there appears to be a positive Angle of Incidence between the wings and the fuselage. I thank your Lordship for allowing me to clarify the point I was trying to make. (smiles obsequiously to his Lordship, who returns it with the same uber pince-nez scowl he has just given to Counsel for the Complainant. Things not looking at all good suddenly!...
My Lord and both Counsel now repair to the (invariably nearby) tavern (our local one is the "Wig and Pen"), for an afternoon of ale and good fellowship as befits brothers-in-Law. My Lord convulses the company with an account of how once, when he was on his majestic way to the York Assizes in the Lord Mayor's Roller, he was tail-gated all the way by a cheeky little villein in what (I am told) is vulgarly known as a Bubble Car.
This scurvy wight, having so interposed himself when the constabulary were more pleasurably engaged in persecuting law-abiding citizens, having had the effrontery to return all the salutes of the police officers of York (intended for their Lordship), did not refrain from waving at the crowd which had assembled in Piccadilly to see their Lordship pass, but encouraged them into lewd catcalls and quite unseemly mirth.
Worst of all, when the entourage arrived at the Courts, by reason of an unpardonable misunderstanding between the escorting Police, this varlet was not appre
hended and escaped at high speed in a southerly direction. There is reason to believe that he is a member of the Royal Air Force, which does not surprise me, as they are well known to the Magistrates of this fair City, and have on occasion appeared before me, usually at the suit of some desolate maiden.
Serving wench now sent for another flagon of ale and some pork scratchings.................
Danny.