The A of the F is BFP’s evil twin. ‘Tis a dead cert. They must have been separated at birth. (See above)
‘It’s impossible to watch TV with BFP,’ complained BF, ‘He always knows who dunnit, and remembers everything if he’s seen it before.’
‘Tell me about it!,’ agreed One, ‘The A of the F is like a sodding Police Inspector. Oh, hang on, he is a sodding Police Inspector.’
‘If it’s not bloody Sharpe, it’s Hornblower,’ moaned BF.
‘Noooo, you’re kidding me,’ countered One, ‘The A has the boxed sets of both.’
‘And,’ went on BF, ‘for laughs it’s Norman-sodding-Wisdom!’
‘I don’t believe it,’ shrieked One, ‘They are exactly the same. Sunday afternoons just aren’t complete without Mr Grimsdale impersonations.’
One has always indulged the male of the species with their curious comedy choices, since, being male, the bar is set that much lower.
However, in the case of BFP and the A of the F, who are both wildly intelligent coves, One does wonder awhile.
Any road up, the mild mannered, quiet, logical, analytical perseverance of BFP is matched and exceeded by the A of the F who brings to the duo: the veiled threat of violence (to be deployed only when necessary),competent firearms usage, steely determination, an aura of authority, dangerous charm, and of course, drinking, smoking and swearing…
Imagine the carnage when the twins are unleashed upon the Sister Ugly as they victimise poor darling Lovely One upon her return to the underground lair…