by Homer on Mon Jan 01, 1990 12:00 pm
Presumably one of Lord Cedric's better looking houseboys would be sent around post-haste with an invitation to one of the more salubrious hostelry's in St.A's for a quick chinwag with the bigwigs at the LMF. Obviously being gentlemen of high breeding and morals and not actually carrying the Queen's (god bless 'er) currency around with them on a regular basis, the matter of the bill would be taken up by the lucky interviewee.