Another Robbing Bastard.
Close your bags! So if any of you spy my purse around central london, maybe discarded in a bin, because Mr. Bastard was disgusted with the solitary £5 that it contained, please, bring it back to me. And if, by some miracle, Mr. Bastard is reading this: A plague on your house. I hope you contract an STD of some kind. Maybe Shyphillus. I hear that's deadly.