It happens to us all from time to time, but it really is frightfully embarrassing when you forget your butler’s name.
Er… when one forgets one’s butler’s name, of course.
Anyway, perennial favourite here on 6000 miles…, Alasdair Beckett-King, has come up with the perfect solution, ensuring that you never have to worry about facing that sort of ignominy again.
As he says, anywhere between Wrexham and Manchester will do. And here’s a map to help you out, should you be a bit vague on the stations in that area:
But does it work?
Let’s give it a try.
I say, Cuddington. Could you ensure that dinner is served no earlier than 6 o’clock this evening? I wish to watch the entirety of the Bournemouth versus Newcastle United football match and I do not wish to have concerns over missing Mrs Otterpool’s soup course.
Very good, Sir.
Thank you, Cuddington.
Clearly, yes, it does.