Professor Tramp
I honour this fine upstanding (albeit at an angle) gentleman with such a handle because I'm not entirely sure if he is one or 't'other.

I concede that he is commonly to be found drinking fortified wine from a brown paper bag at the back of the number 5; but I live in Oxford and such things barely carry the burden of "eccentricities" as far as the higher academic orders are concerned.

One dull, grey forenoon, when I was at my lowest ebb, he settled his reeking bulk next to me and proffered me a wilted Bluebell, with the accompanying admonishment that I was 'as pretty a little thing as might attempt to smile'.

This beam of wisdom engendered sufficient fortuitude in myswelf as to fully go about my day as the lowest of office temps to the cruel and preposterous Mrs Sedgewood. For this, I salute him.

Being quite the character about town I shall be sure to further you with additional remembrances of his antics, as they occur to myself and through the medium of my good friends, and wholeheartedly recommend you to sit next to such amiable personages yourself in future, so as to best reap the fruits of their sagacity.

Yours,

Miss C. Snakes.
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