He talked continually of politics and little else, quite a bore, but he did have a seemingly endless supply of something by the name of ‘Juicy Fruit’. I was however able to gleen the fact that his iatrapistia had begun to recede after frequent visits to a Hungarian racing car driver somewhere in the small village of Lubberland.

The last I saw of him he was taking instruction on how best to avoid the increasing amount of reported cases of boanthropy within the U S of A. I wish him well on that particular quest.