in from the serengetti

hans, old boy! how's the knees and the small girl-chylde? i've just returned with your lovely great-auntie porceleena bungle from an extended trip in the zimbabwe. i'll tell you, things have changed since the 1920s and the mood on the ground is well, rahther nasty. some of the old locals are still quite friendly though ... just a matter of sorting it out ahead of time. i say! once we had it buggered up and you should have seen porceleena's driving while i fended off an approaching group of unfriendlies with great grandpa oxnard bungle's old elephant rifle. boffo! that old thing sure makes a fine racket! well i won't bore you too much with my tales of the olde worlde but i do say i find this whole Internet phenomenom to be lacking in ... oh how shall i put it ... diesel & duste.

do drop us a line next time you're in london. just take the train to king's cross and watch for the old red-topped flat across the way. that's still us!

yours,
great uncle cornelius