I have been sitting on this story for ages, and I have no idea why. Last year, before he left school, my nephew David Braund-Phillips (who by the way is rather poorly at the moment, so everyone send healing vibes) appeared in his school production of Blood Brothers - a sombre play by Willy Russell about a lower class floozie who gives away one of her children to a manipulative woman from further up the social scale.
It had its moments, but one of the most amusing bits for me was to see David practising CFZ product placement by wearing a Guyana expedition tshirt throughout.
THAT, dear boy is why you are my chosen heir as ringmaster of this bloody circus when I finally become too incapacitated, and suffle off this mortal coil to the great cryptozoological meeting house in the sky, where I shall drink with Sanderson and Durrell and carry on arguing with Heuvelmans like we did in his lifetime.
Get better soon david. Your old uncle misses you!
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