Let it be well known that Cave-Steve is a jolly rotten ninny. There, I said it.
I took my father with me to work one day so he could see what exactly it is I do. And all he did was whine about how traditional caveman values had gone down the loo in the future. Long story short, chaps: I no longer time travel with family.
My word! This jolly chap looks to be quite the revolutionary. Why, he reminds me of my second cousin Dudley who lives in Gondwanaland. Never a more hirsute chap had I ever met in all my travels, but by cave-George could he make a splendid cup of good English tea!
