Freeloader Oh yes, yes indeed, my sincere apologies, my esteemed friend. Twaddle Actually-- my-- what was it now?-- Yes!-- My great-great grandfather, was the Seventh Earl of Marm. Pickles‘ The frigging Earl of WHAT?’ I burst out. Twaddle Excuse me, but I think that nosey little prick, Pickles is listening in. Pickles Snipes and I descended swiftly, grabbed the ladder and headed around the side of the building. Luckily for us, Harry Bumthinker came back, no doubt remembering he had only done half a leek the last time and was just under the window when Cretin came bursting around the corner. He spied Harry: Cretin So, it ' s you is it. I ' m just about pissed off with your constant usage of these facilities. This is an emergency station only and you are limited to three visits per day. Bumthinker Tee-- he-- he-- he-- he-- he-- he Pickles Bumthinker sniggered at the little man who stole milk from the NSPPC, walked past him into H. Q. and had a pump in the midst of that very important meeting. Cretin came in and put the blame on the big fat alco. After Bumthinker departed and we had resumed our position on the stepladder, Freeloader pressed his case. Freeloader Yes Sir, you were speaking of your illustrious forefathers? Twaddle I have made a comprehensive study to the Great Book of Heraldry. I found that my great-great grandfather, was the Seventh Earl of Marm. Freeloader Amazing! Amazing! Yes, I see the likeness. I am sorry. I had no idea- Your Grace Twaddle Well the title itself, it’ s a-- It’ s a sort of slipped, you might say. Freeloader Yes, but of course! An oversight, no doubt, forgot to renew the Letter’ s Patent, or some such triviality- I understand- Your Grace. Twaddle That is precisely what happened-- the Letter’ s Patent, that grumpy old fool of a great-uncle of mine overlooked the renewal. Gallowsbird I thought you said it was your great-- Pickles Olaf didn’ t get finished, for Freeloader stood on his toe. Freeloader Yes, perhaps, at some time convenient to Your Grace, we might have the honour of visiting the ancestral home. Pickles‘ For frig sake! He ' s in shit street now ', I whispered to Snipes. Snipes He will worm his way out of it- with the assistance of Freeloader, you will see. Twaddle I ' m afraid you may find that my ancestral home has been buried under the Tiphead Colliery waste. Freeloader Oh dear! Rather unfortunate, indeed. Pickles Rather fortunate, I would say.