That's what I do, Old Guy. Just like you say. I sit there in my hunting jacket in my Edwardian study with my old Empire Club pals, puffing on my Sherlock Holmes long pipe, sipping my Earl Grey tea with one pinkie sticking out, my faithful basset hound curled at my feet.

LOL!

You've got us figured out, eh, old chap? Capital! What say about a cup of hot toddy, old sport? Put some colour back in your cheeks, what?