Like Bertie Wooster in Sir Roderick Glossop's living room, there is only one thing to say at the beginning of the return of The Sensible Bond:
'Well, here we are again, what!'
But why? Hmmm. Good question.
There is an urban legend which recounts the story of a prospective student going to sit an entrance examination for one of the Oxford colleges. The professor who set the entrance examination that year was something of a clever-dick, a man anxious to keep the standards in college as high as possible. Accordingly, he pored over the problem he wanted to set the prospective students with more than his usual scholarly assiduity.
When our prospective student opened his paper during the examination, his eyes fell on the following instuctions:
Please answer the question as fully as possible. Ask for extra sheets of paper as necessary.
After the examination, the examiner, our clever-dick professor, bowled back to his Oxford fellow's den with something of the effeminate bustle acquired by many disorganized intellectuals. Donning his reading glasses, and opening the first paper in the pile of examination papers (as it happens, the paper of our prospective student), his eyes fell on the following response to his carefully crafted puzzler:
Answer. ...Why bloody not?
The legend is enticing, although one has to suspect that if it is true, the student in question had already decided he would not go to Oxford and that he might as well pass out of his entrance examination with flying colours. As one officer said to cartoon legionary Beau Peep: 'Have you heard of the expression "with flying colours?'" 'Yes?' 'Well, I have to tell you, Peep, that you failed "with flying colours"'.
So, there we have it. The Sensible Bond rides again. And why? Well, now you know the answer.
It's not big, it's not funny and it's not clever, at least not to a certain readership.
Still, hypocrite lecteur, mon semblable, mon frère, it is what it is. You're very welcome.