Met him a few times on my seafaring travels, and also at an East Lancashire mill walk-about in the eighties. I instantly engaged, but for all intent purposes may well have been speaking to a mushroom, for reciprocols received back.
He portays as a jolly man, with principled sets of mantras that concern the ecological, biodiversity and sustainability of mother earth, save for his temper tantrums. At times he needs to calm it down, by spending the same time interacting with his fellow man, as he does with nature.
We've been invited to an old folks home for next weeks shenanigans, with an artist shipped in for the event called Victoria la Manche. She sounds a bit French, but I've been assured that her warbiling arrtubutes are second to none. And so with all of the nonchelance afoot, my lord and most humbly on my knee I beg the leading of the vaward!
"Take it, brave York. Now, soldiers, march away: And how thou pleasest, God, dispose this day!"