Greetings from the fireside arm chair

[RowleyBirkinQC]

Greetings, greetings.

We have a little ritual we undertake. No doubt at Public School we would call it a roasting.

Here we like to place a poster in a barrell and you can rodger them senseless. Probably a little like you did with Caruthers down in the boys common room.

Well young Suityou will be taking that honour. You may already know him. Be gentle with him he breaks easily.

A talking Panda
Better take my Brolly straight this time.

Have I ever told you, the last time I saw a talking Panda was when I was in China in the late 60s?
I was there with my old war chum Dr James Crinklebottom (we served together in the RAF, during the battle of Britain).

Anyway, curiously enough, as we walked through the local Zoo, I was just putting the lid back on my hip flask when this Panda came up to us and started speaking in fluent English.

Fascinating chap actually. Got a taste for Kung Po chicken and smoked 60 a day, woodbines. I don't remember much of what he said as I'm afraid I was very, very drunk.

[EternalOptimist]

Scorchio.

dont encourage him. I have the evidence that when MF went to public school, he used to volunteer to be the 'roast' because he likes being spitted so much.

In fact , even at the age of 23 he was still trying to squeeze into his little trousers, with his little cap on and satchel, hanging around the school gates claiming to be the new boy.

He is such a liar, he will probably deny it now