Now look here, my good man... Found them? In Mercia? The coconut's tropical! What? Ridden on a horse? Brave Sir Robin ran away. Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. Oh, there you go bringing class into it again. Come, Patsy. Oh? All right, we'll call it a draw. Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'. It's a fair cop.