You've heard of him, now you hear from him!

Of course, His Lordship doesn't actually type, he dictates (in more ways then one). He waxes lyrical, especially after a few gin & tonics or a little libation from the afternoon sherry tray on his excursions behind enemy lines during the height of the Brussell Sprouts Wars. Stay tuned for his Lordship's dictation, once Wilcox has responded to the sherry bell.

Signed,
Lady Cordelia