The Banbury Egg Incident

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It is indeed rare for the Professor to become reticent on any subject of academic interest, but he has asked me to make it clear to all interested parties that, following his lecture series given at Lanspresado College in Stretton Grandison, he has nothing more to add concerning the Banbury Egg Incident.

The Banbury Egg Incident

He has asked me to stress that there is no point in offering very substantial cash fees in plain, manilla envelopes (sterling or euros), or cases of the finest Armagnac (aged for at least 20 years) or even Test Match tickets (preferably at Lords) to make him change his mind. 

Although, being a man of honour, he is willing to listen to such foolish offers purely in a spirit of politeness.

Location: Stretton Grandison

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