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} Dear, oh dear, oh dear -- the misconceptions I have to clear up. Look,
} supplicant, for a start they didn't *always* say it because that would
} have made for incredibly dull conversation even by British standards,
} wouldn't it? Imagine something along the lines of:
}
} Aubrey fforbes-ffortescue: I say, old fruit, did you know the sun
} never sets on the British Empire?
}
} Major Pelham "Pongo" Grytpype-Thynne: As a matter of fact, you jolly
} old freshly-picked kumquat, I did know the sun never sets on
} the British Empire.
}
} Aubrey: You already knew the sun never sets on the British Empire?
} Well dash it, old sticky elderberry cordial, I wish you'd
} warned me that you knew the sun never sets on the British
} Empire. Then I wouldn't have wasted your time telling you the
} sun never sets on the British Empire, don't you know.
}
} Pongo: Ah but then, my dear old jar of Robinson's chunky marmalade,
} what would we have had to talk about?
}
} What's more, you didn't even get the quote right. Here's what they
} really said:
}
} Aubrey: Foul, ref!
}
} Pongo: Good god, man, are you blind? That was clearly a penalty!
}
} Aubrey: Oh, will you look at that! He's just waving play on.
}
} Pongo: These foreign umpires -- they're simply not up to scratch.
}
} Aubrey: It's no wonder. How can he expect to keep a close eye on the
} game with that boy sitting on his shoulders like that?
}
} Pongo: It's his son, apparently.
}
} Aubrey: Is it, by George? Well, you wouldn't see an umpire back home
} doing that.
}
} Pongo: No indeed. The son never s--
}
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