Hello, beloved patrons. Let's start proceedings this time with a quote from Alfred Hitchcock.

I'm frightened of eggs.

Worse than frightened, they revolt me.

That round white thing without any holes.

And when you break it, inside there's that yellow thing, round, without any holes.

Have you ever seen anything more revolting than an egg yolk breaking and spilling its yellow liquid?

Blood is jolly red, but egg yolk is yellow, revolting.

I've never tasted it. said. Happy Easter tide, gentle listener. We interrupt this episode for a brief announcement.

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the Easter egg by Sarky. It was distinctly hard lines for Lady Barbara, who came of good fighting stock and was one of the bravest women of her generation, that her son should be so undisguisedly a coward.

Whatever good qualities Lester Slagby may have possessed,

and he was in some respects charming,

courage could certainly never be imputed to him.

As a child, he had suffered from childish timidity, as a boy from

unboyish funk, and as a youth he had exchanged unreasoning fears for others which were more

formidable from the fact of having a carefully thought-out basis. He was, frankly, afraid of animals, nervous with firearms, and never crossed the channel

without mentally comparing the numerical proportion of life-boats to passengers.

On horseback he seemed to require as many hands as a Hindu god, at least four for clutching the reins and two more

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