Yes, you're right, old chap.
And the hollow tap-tap-tap of my silver-tipped cane as I stroll toward Whitechapel and melt into the fog.
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Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Tue 5 Apr 2011, 1:38,
archived)
Drinkies in the
Hellfire Club this week as usual?
I think have a thirst for a crate or two of the finest Scotch...
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Jabberwoc misses D.R. and Quinch,
Tue 5 Apr 2011, 1:42,
archived)
Capital! As the White King suggests. One could benefit from a tickle of single malt upon the whiskers...
...and in the morning, we hunt.
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Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Tue 5 Apr 2011, 2:05,
archived)