Dear David,
On watching you on television the other night I noticed that you bear an uncanny resemblance to my butcher, Geraldo (he isn’t Italian, but I think he would like to be). Do you know him? He serves up some of the best black pudding in all of London and rears his own rabbits. I will be asking him if he is part of the Mitchell clan on my next visit, but would like some ammo from your end in advance.
Yours,
—
Herbert Rumbelow
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