They Come Galloping As Quick As A Bolt

'Cause ev'ry mare's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed colt.

Apparently Pertwee has Huguenot ancestry. French Huguenot, naturally. This explains everything, no wonder I took to him like a German takes to marching. What? Of course I'm not over him, you don't "get over" a man who drives around in a safety-yellow Edwardian jalopy, wearing a plaid cloak and frilly silk undershirt, not when you're as white as I am. You say "frumpy old schoolmaster," I say "Casanova."