Just as things were looking at their blackest, new hope appears in furry form!Oi was starting to get very worried about the writ from the University over moi slightly optimistic booking of the Sheldonian. Even worse than the astronomical bill, was the reference to them sending the "Bulldogs" round if Oi didn't pay up. Oi've had too many run ins with dogs to want to risk that, even if they do wear bowler hats round here for some reason!
So what Oi needed was some top notch legal advoice. And 'oo should come to moi rescue than one of they pesky squirrels that was giving me problems a couple of weeks ago. Oi was gazing out of moi window in a soulful yet attractive manner when he knocked on the glass. Fearing a trick, Oi was at first reluctant to let him in, but one hearing him shout the magic words "No win, no fee" through the double glazing, Oi decided to give it a go.
Anyway, his name is Cyril, and he has promised that he will be able to run rings around the University's lawyers, get me off the charge for the Theatre and possibly even get me damages for mental distress. Having seen him scuttle up a tree in no time at all, Oi'm sure he's right. He may have a very squeaky voice, but Oi'm convinced - Oi shall have moi day in court!
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