Yes indeed - my honours are many and varied and while I must confess to forgetting most of them there is one in particular that I remember with affection and which you seem to have overlooked.
This was the Eisteddfod Mead Drinking Sash 1st Class 1938, which was presented to me by The Grand Master Druid himself. After singing 'Land of My Fathers' backwards in Welsh - not too difficult after eight pints of the syrupy brew - this grand white robe with hammered gold leaf trimmings was duly placed around me. Then the Grand Star of Piss-Artists set against a vine leafed wreath encrusted with carbonized pig-droppings was firmly attached.
Regretfully, this is still in the Manston Pawnshop and Hymey Goldenberg insists on full payment before I can redeem it. Any chance of that fiver you owe me old pal?
'Find your enemy and shoot him down - everything else is unimportant.'
