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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What the Butler Heard Extract from a memoir Lord Illustrious Penge of Lampwicker Hall, Welcomed local Toffs, to his Name-Dropper ball. Noses upturned with a touch of conceit, Hob-Knobbing with gentry and gentleman elite. Colonel recalled, his luncheon with Churchill, Discussing backbenchers and a new Commons bill. Shooting down Stukas, Captains claim to fame “We had no choice Sir, Hitler started the game” Lady Bell and I, champion ballroom dance, After meeting Fred Astaire, purely by chance. I worked with Crosby, taught him to Croon, Just as well really, he couldn’t sing in tune. Rupert went to school with Dame Vera Lynn, and starred in a war film with Anthony Quinn. Mortenson served, in old Atlee’s Cabinet, Roberta was a Barrister when they first met. Bradman hit this Six, into the members stand, Luckily, I caught it, stretching out one hand. I got a hole in one, on the sixth at Upper Plumb, Sir Monty looked aghast, utterly struck dumb. Sent my son to Eton, toughen him up a tad, Hopefully play at Flanker, just like my old Dad. Got myself a Cadi’, drives like a dream, Shiny sleek and black, trim of vintage cream. Gielgud and Guinness, met me at the Royal, A script for their new play, Rich Man & Toil. Later with QE2, after receiving my MBE, She asked my opinion, of the shows on BBC. I stayed at base camp, nursing a busted leg, Hilary splinted it up, with rope and spare tent peg. Spent some time in Burma, till the Japs came in, Came home to Blighty, temper wearing thin. I was at the Oval when Hutton hit 364, England posted 903, a record breaking score. In service with his lordship, so many stories, Serving champagne to upper class Tories. Tales might be true, just a little overstated, Like the one that got away, typically inflated. They were rather pompous, but often kind, Especially the ones, left with half a mind. Get me a stiff one Walters, Champers is gassy, Just Lords way, sounding snob and brassy. Then I won the football pools, Bought my wife a gem, So now I am a gentleman, Just like the rest of them.
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