I, on the other hand Alfie, find the foppish beau's silence on this forum merely indicative of his preference to cajole another of his hapless and misguided cohorts to speak feebly upon his behalf.

If he always speaks his mind, then that would certainly explain the silence from his puckered, slightly feminine lips.

If he chooses to mince through the delightful village of South Ferriby, pausing to enquire of my whereabouts at the Hope and Anchor - whilst forfifying himself with a warmed mineral water - I would be delighted to take a brief break from my stripped-to-the-waist, leather-clad hard farm labour and punch his lights right out.

Perhaps you would pass this on to the poor deluded man, adding that I will be in Twillingsgate before he regains consciousness. And in up to the maker's nameplate before he is even aware that he taken a sound thrashing.