My dear Liz (the Squeak)...

Ah, Madame, you know not what you ask! Were I to publish, for public viewing on the Internet, a candid shot of my magnificent posterior, it would send shock waves through the Western world that can hardly be imagined, let alone estimated. Although I admit to a certain temptation to flaunt my assets in such a manner, I am known for both my cool head and my piercing judgement, and they tell me to forbear.

There are some things that the world is simply not ready for.

No, I think it is better that I merely continue to stride down the streets of London and environs, clad in my tailored business wear, and promenade now and then at the seaside in somewhat more revealing swimwear, attracting admiring and envious looks from passersby who can only surmise at the wonders that must lie beneath a thin expanse of fabric.

The world thrives on mystery, and I know my duty to the world...and to my spouse.

And so, Madame, I must resist the temptation to respond to your challenge. My condolences to all of you...

- FWaP