Question:
Why is it that only drones have and use drones?
We may never know....
That's what you may think, but this could be your lucky morning.
My dear friend, Augustus "Gussie" Fink-Nottle, noted newt fancier and all around good guy, would be glad to put you up for membership in the Drones Club. There is a slight catch, you would have to move to London.
A few questions, one; How is your roll tossing arm? The ability to bean waiters with dinner rolls accurately and at long distance is vital to being a member of Drones. Two; What is your experience at snatching a policeman's helmet? You'll be asked to demonstrate while standing on the steps of the club, waiting for one to stroll by while the other members watch from inside. Three; How is your speed and stamina? You'll have to outrun said policeman around the block, into the Drones, helmet in hand, and policeman gassed by your fleetness of foot.
If you pass these tests the membership will vote on you. Mind how you act around Pongo Twistleton, he can be quite moody. His weakness for chorus girls and parlor maids always leads to dead ends when his Uncle Fred disapproves.
One last question, how are you fixed financially? Drone's is for young men of a certain social and financial status to have a place to blow off steam until they're ready to marry the bride of their family's choosing. Don't worry, she'll be a suitable young lady of an ancient and aristocratic linage who's family may be in spot of trouble, ie; they need the money and a heir.
You may be thinking "What's in it for me?" Why, at a minimum a knighthood and an estate! Look how well it worked out for Flip Mountbatten after he married Liz Windsor.
Have your man contact Gussie's man. Just mention my name, Pigmeat, Earl of Emsworth.
Good luck.
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