*opens the windows to clear out some of the stale pipe smoke* (My allergies, you know, gentlemen. *coughs* I may on occasion wear George Sand's pants, but I haven't picked up her habit concerning cigars.) And I will have port, thank you, Fordim, unless the beer here is English.
Thank you
Lindolirian and my esteemed colleagues
davem and
Fordim. But what's this? Aragorn's court is as slovenly as PJ's film hero? tsk.
To be honest, when I see so many very worthy Downers around I am surprised to find myself (currently) third. I pinch myself and wonder when the clock will eventually strike midnight and whether I will find myself barefoot.