Oh Dear Oh dear Hector, we do seem to have stirred up a little hornets nest don't we. Here's the galloping Major threatening to duff you up, couldn't punch his way out of a papaer bag that one, so he calls upon his "friends" to do it for him, gutless little cretin that he is. Rumour has it that Daddy bought the commission for him and at Sandhurst he was constantly wetting himself fo fear of breaking his manicured nails, pumped up little tart. He has never had the balls to face up to anything or anyone which is why he cravenly agrred to be "best man" at the wedding of the old slapper herself, and I should know, my Gods the photographs that she posed for (not that many years ago, she was certainly old enough to know exactly what she was doing) are explicit in the extreme, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, she even described acts that I refused to photograph at the time, and still wince about when I recall them. She and Winston should have quite an adventurous time, providing he remembers to take the tablets, although I seem to recollect she charged quite exorbitants amounts when she worked in London, mind you the lingerie must have cost a fortune and the "toys"