Now about 250 years ago there was a eccentric rogue named Reverend Robert Lambe
who was a scholar in Greek and Latin history.As one of his biographers
said " Mr Lambe literally was dripping Greek and Latin"
and amongst other things,mr Lambe forged various ancient anglo-saxon ballads,
chiselled out a Cathedral cornerstone or two,sent 19th century Royal scholars
off on a wild goose chase looking for lost buried pirate treasure and incidentally
Saved Civilization and Democracy.
On top of that,he was friends with a few higher ups in the Establishment
and a crusty Admiral Benbow who'd been responsible for that lost pirate
treasure being lost in the first place.
Mr Rob Lambes friends called him "Robin" and his many future enemies
used other foul language.
Naturally after he'd died he'd gone to Purgatory till God grudgingly
admitted him into the Heavenly city.
Alas,Robin hadn't made much of a angel and this latest trip to Earth as a robin
was his 9th in 250 years.
So after the robin swelled andgrew into a gangly looking 18th century
parson,he promptly went over to Clare's desk to see if she'd done her homework...