Lord Monckton, sir, you have a call from a Mister Tony Abbott in the Antipodes…it sounds as though it may be urgent, your Lordship…

-Is that you, Tony, you Menzies in waiting, you…how the devil are ya, my dear, dear boy?

Lord Christopher, smashing to hear your dulcet tones…Alan and I were hoping you’d get back to us with your, errrr, look, err your prognosis…we so truly value the Monckton ‘appliance of science’…on this “shame” thingummy…

-Ho-ho, do ya now? Do ya now!

…Look, quite frankly, Jonesy and I both a little peeky and, uhhh…had better days…

-My dear, dear fellows, I’ll pop yooo on speaker phone….hang on just a tic, snuhhh…where am I now?? I’m weading some bits end pieces on symptomology that may determine the likelihooood….uhrumphh…your prognosis…here we are now…”have shame” means to maintain a sense of restraint…thet’s restraint against offending others…

Oh, ohhh…thank fuck for that!

Sorry, Lord Christopher…twas not me…Alan, just letting off a bit of steam…he’s not symptomatic on that one…

-Smeashing, smeashing…I shell continue then, my good cheps…here we go, here we…right…while to “have no shame” is to..beha..ve without such restraint 

Oh, sweet Jesus, thank fxxxx

Alan again, Lord Christopher…look, we don’t seem to have any shame at all then?

-No. Me neither.