Here again we see the WW1 arena come into it's own....
"I say old chap, that's a sticky wicket!"
"Curse you Sir, you are a contemptuous scoundrel... my Second will wait upon you this very morning for your choice of weapon in our upcoming duel."
"I salute you Sir, as you have bested me yet again; let us take some tea and engage in friendly banter whilst my new mount is prepared."
It's true I tell you
