To my Dearest Daniel,
I do wish that you should desist in the usage of 'Dark Alley', as I am sure that even living out there with the riff-raff it impedes your progress in polite society. However, if you taken to a life of deception and dishonesty it might go down well as a positive attribute amongst the ne'er do wells. My friends do tell of the horrors of being incarcerated overseas by the overzealous staff, in fact, when they come home to England they regale the punishments to all and sundry as if it were a game of bear baiting, or **** fighting. Most humourous, and jolly good banter in the Inns of London Town.
By the devil my friend, I hope that you passed a more pleasant Festivetide than I did this years end. I mentioned to my Darling wife that I had taken care of aquiring certain delicacies for the table, and that my dear friends Lords Derby, Bunbury, Chelsea, and de Walden, plus The Prince of Wales had invited me to a soiree of playing cards. Fortunately ,or not, this game lasted for three whole days. The Prince of Wales became rather bored with the whole issue, and suggested that we should take air and go shooting. My man was ordered to go to my kennels and bring out the three black labradors, which I had conveniently named as Bang, Miss, and Damn.
More later, the Port is with you.