“Clivey. You can go mate. The rest of you, step over here”
If you’d like to learn some extremely heartening news regarding my personal safety, along with some rather worrying tidings about the future health and well-being of the writing staff, why not visit?
The lads have requested that you don’t send floral tributes after they have been blasted to kingdom-come by radicalised fanatics, but instead send cheques, banker’s drafts, and postal orders, for however much you can afford, to this address:
The Boleyn Arms
Thank you. ALLAHU AKBAR etc.