Mr Fry is a thespian with dilusions of breeding; his maternal side's Hungarian dontcha know. He had the benefit of a reasonable education though he was a teenage miscreant doing what I hear is called 'bird'; some deviant past-time. I, on the otherhand, have absolutely no doubt who my great-great-great grandparents were and am the product of our colonial past. So, he aintn't half as posh as wot i ams. [Mrs Wife is the real blue blood - her father was Lord Duke High-Tiddly-Po until the blasted reds stole his title and sent him to gaol.]
Panic, Chaos, Destruction. My work here is done. or "Drink. Get drunk. Fall over." - P O'H