I was rummaging through some ancient documents the other day, and I came across this:
'And if ye be ye leader of ye chesse club, and if ye should ever have ye hissy fitte and evict the one they call Indonesia Phille, then ye shall be cursed, and all manner of not particularly nice things shall befall 'e, and ye shall not sleepe very well, but ye soul shall be in ye tormente,'
Just thought I'd mention it, and if we ever meet in London, you're buying the muffins.