Mr. WALPOLE:    Tell me that story that you told me last night.

Mr. HOGARTH:    I’d be happy to.  Umm, how did it go again?

Mr. WALPOLE:    I think it went, “I left the pub the other night…”

Mr. HOGARTH:    That’s right … I left the pub the other night, richly satisfied by beer and chat, I left the pub and it was much later than Jayne, my wife, was expecting. I left the pub and headed down to my house in Leicester Fields …

Mr. Walpole interjects.

Mr. WALPOLE:    Yes, that’s how it went …

Mr. HOGARTH:    I arrived at home and as I’d forgotten my key, I wrapped on the door with my stick, “Jayne!!, Jayne!!” I called. “Forget my dinner! I’ve been down at the ppub and I’ve eaten four pounds of roast beef alreadie!!”

Mr. Hogarth chuckles.

Mr. WALPOLE:    Well I thought it was funny the other night … I must have been drunk. Let’s talk about something else …