In cricket the season the club was a microcosm; staffed by the needy and patronised by the Country Club set. These were the people Iris and I were amo...gst as we watched Ralph’s brief innings. He’d been last batsman; and so, the other side would soon come in to bat.Iris had left our table to join her son Ralph as he made his way to the pavilion, to share the team’s general get-together, leaving me to take in the scenic setting of the club’s grounds.Within a while I was suddenly joined by an. In five months, I will have my 18th birthday, and then I can legally leave them. Are you sure that your parents will accept me when I do join you?" Certainly, that has already been decided. It is all up to you and how you can arrange things with your family. Please, just talk to them amiably and don't alienate them. You will undoubtedly want them with you at certain times in your life." Yes, Master, I will do as you say. What about children. I am on the Pill, but will I ever be allowed to have. Mary was such a common companion that I generally failed to take account of the fact that she was actually a girl, I generally treated her as one of the chaps.Thus it was that I quite cruelly asked the question, “Dear god who is that delectable creature?” in Mary’s presence whilst pointing at the vision of lovliness.Mary followed my gaze, in her raised heels she was near my own height, “That,” she averred, “Is Lady Eliza Crawford. Her father owns half of Bradford or some such provincial. ..”He’d been shot at the end of platform four. A promising platform in an up and coming area of London, in need of some renovation. Would suit first time buyer.“And Leslie Dubonnet, an office manager, 30 years ... of age ... Ahem. Sorry.”More water.“And a gentleman from uhm ... Iceland. I will ... his name is...”This was the guy with the rucksack and the unfortunate hat. I saw his name underneath the picture they had pinned up. It was Þjóðann Ölmóðurson. I kid you not. How the hell was this.