I was quite saddened to learn that while I had strayed from the Interwebs this winter I had missed the deadline for a contest to win the highly prestigious MS Foy mug. I wasn’t above emailing Max Foy including his agent Tony, and whining and snivelling until he relented and sent me one. Here his stern and martial visage watches critically as I send La Grand Armee into battle.
And an inspirational message to keep in mind.
Bless you, Tony, I am quite delighted to have this prestigious and highly necessary piece of kit, from which I shall sip tea (hot, strong, sweet) while I contemplate brilliant moves and ask myself, What Would Foy Do?