In which our dear Edwin, having been thoroughly disgusted by the cheap hit carried out on the dictator of Tripoli, decides that if justice can so easily and spontaneously take a holiday, then so can he, being no more than the humble and obedient servant of that blindfolded and much exploited lady.

After a brief sojourn in the forests of the Ardennes with the burbling six cylinders of the charming Miranda for company, he will most certainly return as deft and darting as ever to take up such noble themes as the role of amateur dramatics, the mixed choir and the teddy bear in English education. Be honest: you can hardly wait, right?


© Edwin Drood, October 2011