"He's not a samfie, a quick-quack man," said Zelda, taking a brief break from translating the words of the man who certainly looked like Rasputin, The Mad Monk of popular legend, "he persuaded the Tsar and Tsarina to dismiss the medicasters who were prescribing all sorts of useless potions to treat - mistreat - the Tsarevich's haemophilia, even down to, would you believe, organza pyjamas already! he got them binned – but he does have an interest, maybe a belief, in herbalism and what is probably close to Chinese Medicine, but from Siberia that's not a million miles; but he wants to know about the Royal Family, should I say anything?" but Cristo shook her head slightly: "not just yet, dear, we haven't hinted about the date, it's 100 years isn't it? we need to get enough to establish his bona fides, and pace your opinion that he's the real deal, we have to keep an open mind, from what I know about him – Rasputin – he had a magnetic personality and quite an ability to bend people to his will; nowadays he could dress in a smart suit and give Derren Brown a run for his money," at which Zelda laughed, "the hair and beard trim at Hetties was inspired dear, he's less of a Wild Man from Borneo and in that kaftan he might be able to make a good living as a Demis Roussos Tribute Act?" and Auntie May chipped in: "oy oy oy, in my opinion you couldn't get better music than from Jimmy Shand and his Band!"