Hmm, so something has to travel before it's invented .... .... I am grateful for Carmine's tact in not mentioning the ongoing cultural use of the warm Roman / Italian tradition of encouraging long sleeps by gifting those wonderful concrete slippers to their friends, so they can sleep with the fishes. Bless him ...
You brylcreem boys aren't half lordish. I was a shining beacon of decorum in my troop. A gent. A softy. A ponce even. I shudder to think what you'd make of the exploits some of my chums got up to. In fact I actually shudder myself when I think about what the 'lads' did at times, you'd have a full on melt down. Lord of lords that you are.