St Michael won’t be joining them as he’s off to the pub with Mary. He likes nothing more after a long hard day than to rest his staff in the Queen’s Head, and once Mary gets the pints out he’ll be up all night, and finish off with a stiff one in the early hours. Mary, bless her, never learns to drink in moderation, and I know she’ll be feeling a little dicky in the morning.
Samantha will be there, and she tells me she has been baking some of Humph’s favourites, and bought the whiskey that he loves. I know that she’s very much looking forward to having him try her muffins and liquor out in the Garden of Eden.
Humph, you touched us all, blew us away, and leave us all gushing this weekend. We raise a glass to the legendary Humphrey Lyttelton, and can only play another round of Mornington Crescent.
I’ll open with Great Portland Street.