Evening chaps! I saw that book by Mr Preece the other day in one of my local bookshops; I understand that thereâs been some debate on here about it so I simply had to find out for myself what all the fuss was about. I must say it makes for some marvellous reading! In fact Iâm sure certain areas of prose are the finest Iâve ever read! There is one particular paragraph that springs to mind, it is near the start & describes the obscure & delightful art of âgrandslamâ. As soon as I read it, I knew the entire act was something of exquisite taste. Whilst at a Christmas function a Marine of outstanding gentility decided to surprise a young lady with an act of kindness which will ever do credit to the Royals. Whilst she went to the bar he proceeded to poo in her handbag. He then zipped it back up & placed it on the table. When the young lady returned she went to fetch something from her handbag, she placed her hand inside with quite horrifying results. For the literature fans amongst you, Iâm sure you can all attest that Mr Coward got it wrong! Surely it should have been called âThe importance of being Preece?â I imagine Mary Farquhar would have become quite brisk at such thoughts. Has anyone ever witnessed the great act of âgrandslamâ? Iâm almost inspired to try it myself sometime, maybe if I can get invited to one of those âwives club meetingsâ I have the honour to remain your most humble, loyal & obedient servant, &tc. ~D.C.