To
the wise old owl wishing this parliament was his last. it's not,
they're going to wheel you in like they do with that geezer down the UCL and mark you as being present.

he won't read this, guess he's busy like the rest of them looking for mice in a field full of voles, woods and trees come to mind but never mind

it's all a hoot
until
the pantechnicon
hits you
and
then it's curtains,

a bit like the old boys club
at the house of commons.