“Dr S, Dr S?”
“It’s ok, the app on my phone has replaced you, Dr S, I no longer have need for your witty floral banter and have decided to take an A level in Bottomy without you and just the app on my phone for company, truly the internet is wonderful, you do realise the earth is flat AND hollow and Jim Morrison is down there crawling around on his belly, his leather trousers ripped to shreds, (bet he’s glad he didn’t wear jeans) looking for Elvis who had previously left the building”
Enough, enough. This is a good one, its a Field Poppy.
The Count Of North Clifton 