"One would have to be pathophobic," said Martin Elginbrod's Dutch Uncle, Martinus Scriblerus, "not to want to rush in on these halcyon Brexit negotiations, I was rather sorry to see Dangerous Davies resign as Mrs Maybe-Maybenot's Dashing and Daring Negotiator-in-Chief in those head-to-heads with Michelle Maigret, the pipe-smoking, garlic-eating. representative of the European Onion! but these things often happen to the very best-laid plans of mice and men," and his nephew suggested: "they gang aft a-gley!" at which his Uncle smiled benignly: "a good line, Martin, have you got the rights to it?" nut the lawyer shook his head sadly, "alas, no, Uncle Martinus, I'm afraid it's in the Public Domain." and Scriblerus returned to his topic of Brexit, which has proving to be a very profitable subject for the pair: "you know, I can't get excited about this new chap – Dominic Rarebit! he does seem a bit of an anteambulo – I can picture him walking with a red flag in front of an old motor car, and it wouldn't be emblazoned with a Hammer and Sickle! which reminds me, Armand Hammer had most of the Eastern Bloc sewn up, didn't he?" which Martin confirmed with a tight nod, but Scriblerus went off on one of his tangents again: "do you ever wonder what it was like before the Big Bang? or whether the Universe is finite or infinite? and what might lie beyond it?" but Elginbrod's eyes were becoming glassy and he stifled a yawn, then his uncle said: "we have an appointment with the Creator, tomorrow evening at 7pm GMT – the Creator isn't very impressed with British Summer Time, it's nice to think that we both share that sentiment, indeed I would go so far as to say that Greenwich Mean Time should be abolished and every town or village have the right to it's own, true, Solar Time, don't you think we could earn a pretty penny out of such a tasty wheeze?"