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My dear Bertrand,
I bear shocking news, the Kaiser's eldest, the Archduke has been assassinated. Word may not have reached you yet, with you away to discover the source of the Tay. I fear the worst for Europe, and am very glad to be back among friends.
As to your little expedition, I am afraid I have already accepted a prior invitation to a ladies-only tea party for the day you have agreed. So fear not about your men embarrassing you with their crude ways. We will ride our velocipedes to a suitable establishment, where we will partake of high tea. I am told the proprietress makes the finest cucumber sandwiches for many leagues about, and is noted for the superiority of her cakes. We may be able to acquire some for your delectation and will send Muggins on his way as soon as we are back. The strange fellow is ignorant of the delights of cake, so it should arrive safely.
We will be decorously enrobed in rational dress - we have been to the seamstress in town with the latest fashion journal, and the results are very practical and pleasing indeed. I shall be able to ride my velocipede without forever tearing the seams of my riding dress among the moving parts, or having to wear breeks which is a regrettable source for gossip among the unenlightened of the parish.
Yours forever in steadfast friendship,
T
A Ladies-only tea party you say, eh? Well bristle-my-whiskers - sod Round the Tay, lets get ourselves to that party! What? What? He he he...
Whist the Kaiser is a man of noble stock I'm afraid found the Archduke to be an absolute arse, and I for one will not miss his wind-breaking-and-lighting exploits round the dinner table! Good riddance I say.
I wouldn't trust that buffoon Muggins with your fine confectionery, he'll no doubt feed it to a pig on route or some other such foolery - nay, Edmund Pugglesworth can be despatched directly to personally handle your tasty treats and ensure they reach us firm and fresh. Off you go Edmund, off you go!!!
Lord Bertrand Breckenwind