Hilarious rivalry between the upper crust in the 1920s London.

The high society of London is in turmoil. Mr. Scarborough, a man who has lead the Royal Winetasters Guild for forty years has come down with a grave illness. In his last speech, which was now and then cut off by nausea or random outbursts of patriotism, he announced that the members must choose a new guildmaster in election that would be carried out in three weeks.

This caused quite a bit of turmoil. As everyone knew, the Guild was home suitable only for the most well-mannered, fortunate and skilled men. As they all enjoyed the utmost respect of their fellow citizens and community, how would it be possible to choose a master from such a distinguished crowd of gentlemen in so short a time?

As to underline this dilemma, immediately after the most revered guildmaster had spoken, the stand was taken by honorable Mr. Alexander Tetley. He announced with a rather theatrical performance that everyone should cast their votes with the utmost care and responsibility. Most of the members probably think that Tetley himself will be among the prime candidates for election.

The honorable deeds and career of Sir Tetley are known among all the distinguished people of London. His manly charm, handsomeness and gifts of speech have ensured that even though his birthright was to be of a noble family, his deeds in life have only heightened its virtuous name. Unfortunately the same cannot be said of the family’s financial assets.

He has committed his most notable deeds during the large safaris he has organized around the world. Few and far between are the large species of beasts that have escaped his keen eye and itchy trigger. Heads of those poor beasts now decorate the walls of his family manor and even if there are countless rooms the walls are stacked full. He has adventured in all continents of the world, using only the least amount of equipment a civilized man needs: a department of carriers and servants of no more than thirty men. And naturally equal amount of guns for taming the ferocious beasts.

Maybe it is this quality of modesty that has placed him in this ill state of affairs. He is pushing towards fifty and is still a bachelor, even though the number of high society ladies connected to his person over the years is high indeed. One can say that he is one of the most sought after, even if hard to catch, bachelors in the city. The possibility of becoming a guildmaster certainly doesn’t diminish his value in the eyes of the prospective bride candidates.