The Flying Englishman

So off he treads, headed for the eloquence, rain and apparently decent cups of brown, and then to the hot hole for contrast and a cinematic backdrop. Here's a hat off to him. The second in as many months to do so, perhaps with differing reasons, perhaps not. Less of a coy fool about it, that's for sure. He who clinks the drinks obviously doesn't go for such cowardly deceit. Deceit is for lying, yet lying on deceit is mighty uncomfortable.

'Luck and see you as September closes.