"Have you seen that otter yet?"

I'm writing this sitting in a beer garden of a pub by the Thames.
It's very cold but I'm not allowed inside the pub because, in the words of Deadfast, I "look like a tramp, old bean".

The reason I look like a tramp is because I am wearing the only water-proof coat that Persuasive Pete had going spare, and it is about fifty years old.

Deadfast, you see, heard of an otter living in the Thames that had gold teeth... that's what all of this is about.

I'll write more soon... Deadfast is apporaching, and he has a bag of peanuts for me.