Favourite Passage: "Underground Man" by Mick Jackson

About twenty years ago, on my birthday, good Lord Galway of Serlby presented me with a beautiful basset-hound pup... Immediately recognizable by their stout little legs, concave back and baggy ears, something about their appearance suggests they have been knocked together out of odd bits of other dogs. The simplest task - such as walking - can prove very troublesome for a bassset-hound. It is as if they had been poorly designed. Their coat is always most generously tailored and none more so than the pup handed to me that day. He had on him enough flesh to adequated clothe another two or three dogs besides - the majority of it hanging of his face - and though he was at the time no more than a few months old he wore the immutable basset expression of Lifelong Woe.