Perchance he is on his way to the Trad meet up?
Perchance I should attend and tell the lads that I am Russell? Or Harris? Perchance Ol Dover Trad?
My lacking, of tweed, would keep me from being, the great, Vaclav.
I think, I shall, drink lonesome instead.
Shhhhh - We do indeed have a mole in the hole of which you speak (not me)...
I was chatting to David Wilder earlier this week. Sadly he isn't the Popular Press man on duty tonight he informed & wasn't certain if it was even anyone from the NYC Press either. So bang goes my hopes of misterman turning up with a few of his mates...
I'd proposed to David that I should buy a round of beers and propose a toast at the TradFest (No, really, you can check this story with him if you like)...
Sadly that's not going to happen now David isn't going.
It would have been funny though.
J.
Indeed ol Chum. Just imagine if ol misterman were to show up with a grudge?
And to the Trad lads,, remember that a true Upper Class Gent makes sure to leave before the bill comes.
It is so, comfortable some days, inside this tweed that, rashes my , scent of what , is righteous .
Still stinking that perhaps, I have been, wronged.
Though perhaps, in the end, you broke the Trads' heart?