At last a chance to wear the fancy waistcoats and watch chain and mutton chop whiskers my everloving made me discard as "ageing" many years ago, just call me Gaylord Willenhall [notorious gambler on the Grand Union (canal!)], set up the cards and let us pass the time as gentlemen should (checks Derringer in ankle holster just in case anyone spots me dealing from the bottom).A little brandy, too I think, while we listen to Fate Marable's music with that young Armstrong lad on cornet, he'll go far, mark my words.
RtS