Oliver Schick awoke to the sound of bird song and the scent of grilled bacon. His manservant gently opened the curtains and puffed up his pillows before bringing him his breakfast tray and neatly ironed copy of the Financial Times.
"What news, Smithers?"
"Well sir, we've been busy all night perfecting the image. We've posted long and detailed homilies on cycle training. A few nifty multi quotes. Oh, and I'm afraid that the underfootman, has been punning again."
"Tell him to stop." said Oliver with gentle authority and with that he munched his last rasher and went back to sleep.
Oliver Schick awoke to the sound of bird song and the scent of grilled bacon. His manservant gently opened the curtains and puffed up his pillows before bringing him his breakfast tray and neatly ironed copy of the Financial Times.
"What news, Smithers?"
"Well sir, we've been busy all night perfecting the image. We've posted long and detailed homilies on cycle training. A few nifty multi quotes. Oh, and I'm afraid that the underfootman, has been punning again."
"Tell him to stop." said Oliver with gentle authority and with that he munched his last rasher and went back to sleep.