....episode of nervous tension, it's when the great Albert Einstein gets confused about his lines. He of course wasn't a King and never wanted to be, but since, at the age of 3 weeks he had told his mother to get off the booze because she was only giving him 13/16 of the milk he needed to grow fast he had always wanted to push the boundaries of mathematics, or as some people say Matematics.
It was in Grade 1 when his teacher said "Now kiddies, we are going to learn today that one and one makes two" and little Al had said "Not always" that people knew he had a gift, or more precisely the teacher rushed into the staff room at morning tea time and slammed the kettle onto the table, yelling "that XXXXXX Einstein kid is correcting me again!"
These deep thoughts had been started by a bad batch of vindaloo, and Cappy was thinking it was lucky that Bombay No3 curry hadn't been on the menu, when OT walked in, threw his Chinese 888 jacket on the floor, kicked off his No 8 tennis shoes with the yellow soles, flung his Temu watch into the spittoon, and would have taken off his Pleasant Dreams jocks if Turbo hadn't calmed him down with some genuine New Delhi whiskey. Cappy approached him cautiously and asked "..............