CORRECTION

There is a distinct possibility that I am coming down with Swine Flu because yesterday's post was quite obviously incorrect and filled with the feverish misstatements that could come only from a fevered or, as my wife suggests, drunkenly swinish and malicious imagination.

Obviously I was quite incorrect when I suggested that it was my wife’s immoderate consumption of cooking sherry which caused me to be out on such a dark and stormy night as described in my previous post. I most certainly never intended to suggest that she consumes any more alcohol than the bare minimum required by the social obligations of the wife of the celebrity author of Recollections of a Racketeer. If I inadvertently conveyed the impression that she is a lush then I must apologize immediately and most profusely. Nothing could be further from the truth; my wife is the very bastion of sobriety and the embodiment of moderation in all things. I am appalled that my previous post could have been so misinterpreted or that anybody could even think of my wife as anything but a long-suffering angel.

Oh yes – and I forgot to add (how lucky that my wife was here to remind me) that the dark glasses broke only because I insist on buying cheap and nasty rubbish and I crashed into the lamppost because I was not looking where I was going - but listening, for the hundred millionth time, to the MP3 of the Maurice Boland interview on my iPod.

I hope that has cleared-up any misunderstandings. (My wife says 'Hello'.)