(Read this in your Best Victorian English Accent)
Godfrey, I say Godfrey, did you perchance happen upon the evening edition of the Sun & Inquirer? There was an exciting story in regards to this Nation's return to a more civilized time. It would appear that the day and age of Light-than-air Dirigible travel is once again upon us.
No longer will I suffer interminable hell of short and quick jet propelled flights. Sitting next to the most common of working class members as they traverse to and from their all inclusive resorts in Blackpool, Laughlin, Cancun or other such uncouth destinations. Once again, I will be free to travel as the proper Victorian Gentleman that I am.
Godfrey, are you listening? I require you to prepare my pith helmet and linen field attire for we are off to the visit the remaining commonwealth colonies to inspect our holding. We shall circumnavigate the globe in the flair and style of an H.G. Wells novel. Pack my steamer trunk full of all our necessities and send it ahead for we shall take the noon train to Portsmouth and from there to the Aerodrome. Once there we shall catch the tidal winds. Across the channel and over the continent, by breakfast we shall be upon Mediterranean and then south to the Queen's lands in South Africa.
We shall safari in the grassland of Southwestern Africa. From there we shall inspect our holding in India and then off to the Penal Colonies in the southern Continent. Oh it shall be glorious. Now we must be off. We shall supper on the train.
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