Editor's Notes

When writing this, in a hazy Bohemian atmosphere, I was, as certain people would say, "half-slewed," i.e. in a "state of intoxication," induced by twice-brewed "fiendish type" black coffee - of disreputable brand - and by struggling to read the pile of contributions beside my by-then prostrate form.  I staggered outside for a "breather"....

As the policeman said in court the morning after : "Has I were proceeding northwards hin the early hours of the 25th of the previous month, yer Honour, I perceived the accused advancing towards me from the opposite direction.  The aforesaid, yer Honour, were walking in an unsteady manner, rollin' from side to side of the pavement.  When I attempted, yer Honour, to accost the accused on the aforementioned public highway, yer Honour, he muttered deliriously something that sounded suspiciously like !?!... (at this point, riot in the public gallery), and my reply is written on this piece of paper, yer Honour (piece of paper is passed to Judge and he reads this with great interest), etc., etc., and so on and so forth" to use the words of a former King of Siam for the benefit of Yul Brynner fans!

However, this little incident in the Life of Mrs. Dale - oops! Got carried away! - this little incident (to me a small matter of £5) is past history, but it serves as an excuse if this seems rather hazy or befuddled.

Anyway, to proceed, proceed to, with, in aid of, what? That is the question, to proceed or not to proceed, in the words of the Mortal Bard (Mine Hostess herself!) or to bring it more up to date, of that short-lived orator, E_____N.

And now, from the Exalted Pinnacle of Fame and Fortune, I bid you Farewell, Komrads, begging you in my temporary absence (8 days for being a public nuisance) not to neglect your daily 5 mins.' Hate.