What ho, what ho, what ho!
My pals have been wondering why I have been keeping radio silence, going dashed incommunicado and all that. The matter is susceptible of a ready explanation, what. Due to a contretemps of the contrempiest, around a calendar year or so ago your Bertram found himself rather accidentally affianced. Judging it the better part of valor to not reveal that my suit had been thoroughly pressed to the prior pressee of said suit, viz., a certain flame-haired nuclear physicist gal who, if she has one fault, could be said to have a temper that could split atoms, I determined to extricate myself from the toils in a more manly, straightforward way. To wit, I asked Jeeves. My man, you know. He’s a dashed brainy cove. (more…)