My little wager with the punters re the Scottish Independence Referendum having yielded a tidy little sum, Wooster HQ is feeling yeasty benevolence all around, not least to our bewhiskered northern brethren who have given a firmish, well, mildly firmish, nolle prosequi to the bother of dissolving the Union. If any of our stout English yeomanry is of a mind to pluck the gowans fine with the tartan-clad, he is now free to continue plucking like billy-o.
Jeeves, this calls for celebration. A whiskey and s., pronto and right soon. Make it scotch.