For he is too English,
12th Baron Bounderdom
in black tie or tweeds
of the ageless gentry,
played not only for laughs,
not remotely to be trusted.
All the people celebrated in these Otwituaries have, in some way or other, had an effect on me, positive or otherwise...
and the sad songs they write
with talc and adrenalin.
They still call your name
from Casino, Mecca
and Twisted Wheel,
but Lord, we can’t go back there.