Well it seems that fate has caught up with my old pal Flashman (or perhaps it was the husband of one of his fillies), either way the old rake is currently residing in a hospital bed at the mercy of the NHS. (God help him - ed).
So whether you love him or hate him please feel free to add your message below to cheer the old screwball up. I think it can safely be said that whenever trouble has been in town he's been heading the other way, usually with a bit of crumpet in tow.
Please no need to pray for him as Flashy doesn't have time for the big cheese upstairs and I'm sure that the Almighty doesn't believe in him. If anything pray for the poor nurses who have to look after the old treacle.
As for his ailment, its nothing a brandy and a cigar won't sort.
PS As part of his recuperation I'm organising a short three month around the world holiday. All donations can be made out to Archie Leach, The Reform Club, Lancaster, Lancashire, England. You know your hard earned money will be going to a good cause.
You gad Flashman. What have you done this time? Has chasing the skirt finally caught up with you? I knew you'd do this to yourself. Regular exercise - and not the bedroom gymnastics, thank you very much! - will do wonders for the old ticker. Godspeed, you great lemon - I've always got a bottle of brandy here with your name on it.
PS If you die, can I have the Towers? I'll treat 'em well, I will!
God help those poor nurses.
Its about time he got a dose of his own medicine from one of those BIG Hattie Jacques type Matrons.
That should get him up and out of hospital quicker than a 10" needle up the old jacksie!