My friend Gunther.

This seems to me to be as good a time as any other to introduce you all to my friend Gunther. I will sometimes (rarely) spell it: Gunter. Occasionally Guenter, because the name really needs the German accent "umlaut", to be correct, but I have no intention of changing my keyboard to German, everytime I want to write his name!
Looking back on the typed words (to date) I think most people would understand "GUNTHER" better than most things, so I'll stay (as often as possible) with that!
Another thing I have to explain, is the difference between "my mate Chippie" and "my friend Gunther" (after all, I don't want Tinkerbelles wrath to descend on me!)
There is no great difference, except that "my mate Chippie" came after "my friend Gunther".
"My mate Chippie" is someone whose opinions and ideas I take into account all the time - when the subject matter falls into certain realms.
"My friend Gunther" is someone whose opinions, ideas, way of life and availability I take into account in ALL cases.
You see - Gunther has known me all of my life:
NIESSL, Gunther : Born in/near Hannover, Germany, circa 1935. Left Germany before the outbreak of war.
After many years, became Head Waiter at an establishment called "Claridge's", in London, at an epoque when such a position meant a great deal. I personally loved his capability to open shells, with an "ease apparent!" Oysters and clams were no problem - but I recall one shell where Gunther had his difficulties! That will stay our secret!

Maybe, sometime, before I leave, I'll let you know EXACTLY who Gunther is - but only maybe!

For the moment - you have been introduced to him!

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