Elias, you can keep your blackcap book on the table on Thursday, but bring the November 1987 log as well, because I was on the bridge that night and you were not. We had the car deck full of crates and two hundred people who thought they were going to drown, and the bird on the hawthorn would have been the least of my worries. Keep the custard creams to yourself, you thieving pensioner.
// ACQUIRING SIGNAL