The keen students of history amongst you will be aware that July 4th marks the anniversary of the British Empire gaining its independence from the most irksome deadbeat in its glittering portfolio.
Like a 12th-generation Duke, once down on his uppers, revisiting the ancestral home he ceded to a gauche, nouveau riche Lotto winner, we remain underwhelmed by what they have done with the place.
Nevertheless, good manners endure, and my son Harry and I provided colleagues with a glimpse of the potential that last existed in these lands on July 3rd 1776, by serving tea (not lemon or iced varieties) and biscuits this morning.
To commemorate, here is this week’s tune.