As Percy sat down to play in the north seat, his arch enemy was about to walk by. It was Bigot-Johnson. As he did so, Bigot calmly caressed his fingers across Percy's bald head remarking loudly :
" By Jove, Percy...........your head feels as smooth as my wife's backside . "
Percy, for once, remained passive and unperturbed. He too gently, but slowly, slid his fingers over his bald head, and replied:
" My goodness.......you're right.......so it does ! "