Well, fact o' the case is that they are out workin' a conspiracy to celebrate Spaw's burfday. I will leave it to Spaw to reveal the grimy details as it unfolds in actuality, but the plan sure sounded exciting. They tried to recruit me, but I declined, having been made aware (through Spaw's rich reports) how often the Reg boy plans gang agley. And when that ugly gang gangs agley, you know you've been ganged proper.
Anyway, y'old fart, fuck you and have a wonderful day. What are ya now, eighty?