...Snerf? I know who Smiley is and I could totally see Dame Dench in the part, given some rumpled tailoring and some hornrim glasses, but I never could keep the other blokes straight. And no fair you adding to my spy problems.

Always glad to be addressed in allcaps during major storms in October, though. Feels portentous. (Like I might be on the receiving end of some nicely charred cow fat and a thingy of undiluted wine, if only I wrote genderqueer spies faster.)

Do not go anywhere with a dude calling himself Mr. North, with a few porridge oats clinging onto his jacket and a wind-blown look. It can't end well in weather like this.