……..Also Sprach Uncle Monty……….

“The older order changeth giving way to the new and God fulfills himself in many ways and soon, I suppose, I shall be swept away by some vulgar little tumour. My boys, we are at the end of an age. We live in a land of weather forecasts and breakfasts that set in. Shat on by Tories, shovelled up by Labour. Now which of you is going to be a splendid fellow and go down to the Rolls for the rest of the wine?”

Withnail and I, outside Number Ten

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