I thought it would be nicer than Fogey -as in old fogey. here I rest,sitting behind a mahogony desk with my three piece tweed suit(buttoned trousers of course), while the spiders weave webs in the darkness of my oak panelled study. I note from my pocket watch that it is soon time to have my milk and whisky, and settle down to read the Times, before retiring to my four poster, that has been neatly turned down by my valet! Strange- he doesnt turn down much else I note. Wish they'd spell it with a capital F!