My father, Jeeves II, pictured here somewhere in Africa. In a sticky situation, he is in heated debate with the driver of Lord Banbury's car. Gathering in the next valley were hordes of angry, spear-welding natives preparing to hunt down Lord Banbury for his refusal to become guest of honour in the local ritual of "bullock slapping". The natives saw refusal of this honour as a grave offence indeed. In light of these events, it was considered by all to be an "unfortunate" circumstance - compounded by the little matter of the car refusing to start. You can just make out the rest of the party taking up fortified positions at the rear of the vehicle before the bloodshed began.

My father, Jeeves II, the only survivor of the terrible Bullock Slapping Incident, accompanied by the expedition photographer, Keith. In their escape, they had become hopelessly lost for over four months. Once the ammunition had run out, thier only means of ensuring survival was by picking off pygmies at long range using nothing more than small rocks and a cricket bat.