I should love one. Jeeves, fetch the raspberry conserve from the cellar, and telegram for the old Gentlemen's Club attendees. We shall make an occasion of this!
Might I enquire as to why there is a drunken and indecent girl, and street-fighting, in the Prime Minister's abode? Honestly, society has gone all to pot...
I fear we need to requisition the Queen's Guard from times past, or else hire some locals to stand sentry. Would any commoners be interested in a guard's post? I have had Jeeves model the uniform: