Mr Key is off to the seaside today, possibly to an ill-starred resort with a rotting jetty beset by squalls. When one prances out along a pier or jetty, there is always a distinct possibility of toppling over and plummeting in to the sea. So I shall be going well-prepared, with my 1869-vintage life-saving suit, complete with Eureka! companion buoy kitted out with water, food, reading material (so that I may read the news to pass the time of day), cigars, a pipe and tobacco, plus torches.

From Ptak Science Books, with thanks to peacay for drawing it to my attention.