Now look here!As I sit here in Whistleton Towers the problems of the world seem to dissipate in a haze of fine brandy and the twirl of effusive Havana cigar smoke.I was watchin' that Obama fellow t'other day trying to admit forty six million Americans into receivin' health care - by God what a great country America is - I thought - when forty six million people can survive without health care. I and the Memsahib have our own medical team on hand twenty four hours a day of course and, in a fit of altruism that I'm not at all comfortable with, I let them treat the staff once a year for scurvy and such. However I must salute the medical profession in The United States for the seamless way that it makes health synonymous with money; I should be the fittest fellow in the world by that crireria.Here in Blighty, the Brown creature continues on his ineluctable descent into the swamp of political doom. To the cachinnations of all and sundry he lurches from one disaster to another in a manner that reminds one of Orofice Minor at the Dean's ball back at Eton; he consumed several large sherry's on top of something called a Micky Finn and was caught in the Finsbury Road a week later with a young lady from Siam - quite extraordinary really.The Memsahib and I celebrate our fiftieth wedding on August the First. Do you know she has five sisters and I'll be damned if I know which one of them I was supposed to marry at the time. Bunny Warren and myself were so drunk on the day of the nuptials that I grabbed the nearest at hand and went with the flow. Had to try the rest out later of course as a matter of form don't cha know. All the bloody same In the dark I thought.Best go now. Must prepare for the Promenade at The Albert Hall tomorrow - some fellow called Holsten Pills or somesuch playing The Plants. Bloody nonsense! I'll be in Madam Pom Pom's by midnight.Toodle PipQWT