The old year came to an end with me vomiting on arrival at Heathrow Airport. The new year, thus far, has continued in much the same vein. I am confined to bed, whimpering occasionally. Normal Hooting Yard service will resume when I feel vaguely human again …
Get well soon, oh majestic prosist.
I too wish you a speedy recovery, with three lemons (which Bogart was) or even four, oh Pointy one.
Gosh, Mr Key, we hope you’re feeling better soon.
Please get well soon Frank.
I need you to write more stories about the Buttons of Beb as my son keeps asking me questions on their provenance which I feel ill-equipped to answer.
Get thee well soon Frank! Hope you’re over the worst, fifteen days on.
Hello Frank. Missing your dulcet tones already. Get well soon.