In days gone by when a chap made a social faux pas, you know the sort of thing; wore his fob in the wrong waistcoat pocket, invested the family loot in a dodgy railroad or was caught buggering the under butler, the only recourse to infamy was either an insufferable life in exile amongst Johnny foreigner, or a short stroll into an empty room with a loaded service revolver.
Somehow I fear James Gordon Brown lacks the intestinal fortitude for either action....
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It's a pity, that.
A real bounder - what?
But I don't understand. The chap's not wearing a waistcoat...
...looks a right bugger tho...
What a rum cove! Then again the true mountebank always removes a finely woven hand made waistcoat prior to plugging oneself with a shard of lead.
Try again. Perhaps he likes English roses. http://joanmcalpine.typepad.com/joan_mcalpine/2009/10/things-i-love-about-england-and-the-english-no-8-roses.html
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