[DtheP47]

Came out the house this afternoon readying my self for a late drive down to the soft south for a couple of days (warm beer served without sparklers, shudder). There's this Chelsea tractor attempting to park up "Reginald Molehusband is alive and well"methinks. Manoeuvring is probably an exaggeration any way this fellow gives up leaving the back tyre perched on the kerb by a couple of thousands an inch of rubber.
Out he gets carrying a cream jacket, I espy the personalised number plate ( least said about that the better) and kerrching I put two and one together and realise it's Gremlin visiting the tailor I reccomended. Couple of handshakes and a giggle about the parking. Well met Gremlin good to put a face to the name. Hope J G sorted you.