Today I invited Lord G------ to dinner, followed by coffee and cake in the parlour.
"I trust the coq au vin was to your lordship's liking?"
"And Lady G---- is in good health?"
"Fit as a fiddle!"
"And how, dare I inquire, was yesterday's debate?"
"Usual snore-fest. Bunch of codgers quibbling about how to make themselves richer. Tuppy lost his wig, but found it on his head. I suggested dropping a nuclear bomb on another nuclear power. Don't think they even reported it in this country."