"But - but - it's queer central," Ted protested. "No, honestly, that's where my arse-bandit brother lives. Dear God you might have to speak to the little shite. He's the reason I've been spending so much time in Ang-fucking-gola. Ded objected to me arranging for that person my bro lives with the get seven kinds of shit beaten out of him, and there was no way I was going to stay where the old monster could cary on being icily polite to me so I decided to go make money instead." He grinned. "And I have. Sorry, Tom. The Manor's a fine enough building and there's some pretty nice totty living there from what I've heard."