Ah, splendid mischief! I must say, seeing myself and dear Judi in feline form nestled within such a cinematic gem is both alarming and delightful.

That young lad—blimey, I hardly recognise him myself! A face full of questions, and eyes that had already seen more than they let on. Funny thing about youth… it wears a mask of innocence, but the soul knows what it knows.

Ah, yes—our dear old Pat! If he stood on a pub table, pint in hand, shouting about an adventure,I’d be right there behind him—boots laced, cloak on, grinning like a fool. And if I’m involved, well then, it’s bound to be bloody marvellous or a complete disaster. Either way, we’d have a story to tell.

That’s terribly kind of you — and quite theatrical, which I must say I approve of! If I’ve inspired anyone to live a bit more boldly, then it’s all been worth it. Cheers, my friend.

Oh, come now — a kind old wizard, perhaps. But a god? Hardly! Still, your words warm even this ancient heart.

Ah, now that is a pitch I can wholeheartedly endorse! Picture it.

We’d discuss the grand matters of life—love, art, the perfect way to pour a stout—all while wearing the finest woolly jumpers known to mankind.

Now, who do we speak to about making this happen?

My dear friend, your words are far too kind. If I am any kind of "treasure," it is only because I have had the privilege of sharing stories with audiences as generous as you. I am most grateful—though, if I may say, one should never underestimate the value of a well-placed expletive!