With events in London hotting up and taking a curious, rather unpleasant turn. The bally soup was thickening, add to this my man Levitt's decidedly odd erratic behavior, I thought it may well prove fortuitous to duck for cover. At the very least it would give me time to mull things over.
At larks rise, having completed ones ablutions paying particular attention to my hirsute appendage. I headed to King's Cross bound for Scotland. What Ho. C.F.