And so as we travelled along the country I espied a steeplehouse and I asked them what steeplehouse it was, and they said Dunbar, and it struck at my life that I should have a meeting the next day in the steeplehouse yard.

[…]They are not rotting someplace in hell, they bez right here whining wif us.

And no use for anyone to tell Charles that this was because the Family was in mourning for Mr Granville Darracott […]: Charles might only have been second footman at Darracott Place for a couple of months when that disaster occurred, but no one could gammon him into thinking that my lord cared a spangle for his heir.

But to offend the poster child of the newly ascendant right-wing would offend Ford Nation, its multitudes signed up and ready to go, go, go and vote, vote, vote.