Darling reader, the thing that struck me most upon my last visit to the metropolis was the appalling standard of deportment I witnessed in its inhabitants. Stood with my beloved nephew Julian, I observed a cloven-hoofed individual shambling towards me. Imagine my horror when I realised it was the light of my life, Mr Green. Straight away I resolved we would cure him of his shamble, and to this end I have enlisted the help of a dancing master.The path of my life is never smooth though, and it is with sadness that I must report that the dancing master is a fickle fellow, prone to cancelling lessons at the last minute. Thus it was that Mr Green and I found ourselves with an hour to spare last Sunday morning. It was a beautifully sunny day, we had nowhere particular to be, and the first thought that sprang into our heads was Brunch.
