This week I was fortunate enough to come across, in a second hand book stall, a book by one Colin Laurie McKelvie. A man better know to us on here as Caubeen or "that pompous cnut Caubeen". Dear arrsers all, it is exactly two years now since Caubeen went to the great snipe sanctuary in the sky. I do wonder what became of his faithful manservant Mulligan - did Captain Plume or Gallowglass take him over? Or perhaps Lady Hackett payed for him to be admitted to a home for the distressed serving men of gentlefolk...I care not. Poor, silly, masquerading fcuker...his book - about snipe - is quite readable and very interesting. Oh my Walters, oh my caubeens! Why, why, why? If a glass of Bushmills passes my lips this evening - it has been known - then I may temper it with a bit of water and a touch of forgiveness.