Evening guv'nor
Just meandering around, as is my wont. So this is where the naughty boys arrive after the chop? It smells faintly like the reading room of my club, but there are no faithful old retainers shimmering in and out with brandies.
I'd better cut along; mother said if I associated with chaps like you, I wouldn't grow up tall and straight.
I have to say, the BF fora are dying on their arse. That, and the exclusion of some of the posters on here, may not be entirely unrelated.