Suppose you are a chimney sweep named G. J. Kite. You wait and wait for the chimneys of Windsor Castle to need sweeping. You cannot offer to sweep them. Finally you are asked, and up the chimney you go. Emerging sooty but elated you wash up, present yourself at the Lord Chamberlain's office and state the facts. If the Lord Chamberlain pleases he may appoint you, as he has appointed G. J. Kite, "By Royal Warrant Chimney Sweeper to His Majesty the King."
This is all very well until what lawyers call "the demise of...
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