I spotted the venerable jOhn this morning going round Walton street market muttering to himself; "set o'bastarss, set o' rotten bastarrs"

Seeing he was a litle distressed I took the old chap for a spot of breakfast, and when prompted about his silence on the 'cat he said he had been between jobs and was moving to a new set of chambers. A little difficulty with his employer the landlord was indicated.

He said he had now took up a new carreer as air traffic controller with a fleet of 'ull air taxis and was looking forward to a guid christmas in the 'ull latin quarter with his new best friend Fat george the taxi driver.He has asked me to wish all of you a merry xMas and a hAPppy new year9.