Old School Chums...

I was dead chuffed to get a missive on our esteemed blog from fellow LEMG member Major Farting-Greatly, another chum from the old days at boarding school. The lads of today are such girl's blouses. Regular beatings never did either of us any harm!

Another dear Motoring friend is Sir 'Skidmark' Boddington-Tayler, ( shown here) a member of my Gentlemen's club in Mayfair and a prime example of 'The Right Crowd'. His nickname comes not from his peculiar driving style, but more as a result of his poor personal hygiene at school, much to the detriment of his elastised underpants.

Mind you, when we were up at Oxford, 'Skidmark' cut a swathe through the ladies as well as the Geranium beds, such was his driving acumen. Silly blighter drove an MG, which might have explained his perchance for sliding amid the flowers, until he saw the light and purchased a bally good Singer car instead. Drew more birds after that too!

Whilst dining at my club with old B-T, I raised the nasty about that rotter Von Drips. 'Skidmark' was of the opinion I should have slapped old VD with my driving glove and demanded satisfaction...not one of those nancy modern string-back jobs, mind you, but a proper Englishman's full leather gauntlet, the kind a Gentleman wears.

I told 'Skids' that the bally blighter was a good sight taller than me and that I had my reading glasses on at the time, so he agreed that retiring to the Barbara Cartland room for a 'Ginnies' was probably the best course of action. "After all", SM pointed out, "He will always be foreign, you know!"

Bally Right!

Sir Nigel