Max, can you check on this? I have a feeling that summer is wrong but I haven't
any way of checking, given that I'm on my holidays and all my reference stuff
is at home. I suppose this is the sort of thing the Internet should be useful
for, but frankly it isn't. I mean, have you ever tried to find out anything
on the net? You type in something like "Where can I get a decent hot sausage
in Albi?" and back it comes with the Oshkosh Mothers' Union Annual Sausage
Festival Newsletter and a whole lot of references to dodgy flesh sites, all
of which require a credit card, which I don't have after that nasty run-in with
American Express, not that I'd be interested anyway but you know what I mean.

So I'd be grateful if you could check. I'd ask around myself, but I'm stuck
on this bloody yacht with nothing but half-a-dozen Siamese lap-dancers and a
convicted accordion-player for company, and if you ask the crew where fruit
comes from, they just say "Is a man on dockside at Piraeus brings"
and that's your lot. Life is hard, Max; damned hard; but do you hear me complain?
No, because you never listen, you self-obsessed b*****d.

Over and out, as they say in the movies.