The Further Adventures Of Uncle Leucocholy
I cannot deny that Uncle Leucocholy loved a pataphor almost as much as Sussex Pond Pudding and games of Wink Murder. And so it was inevitable, perhaps, that he would assume the identity of a member of The Macrosmatic Brass Band whenever he found himself near a windmill. His performances at the celebrations for 29 Gidouille are still remembered fondly in a few arcane parts of Belgium.