After weeks trekking through near deserted, trackless, bush, our plucky hero comes across a small native settlement and espies a lone, gaunt looking European:
'Dr Livingstone I presume?'
'No, Dr Crippen actually. Come and meet my wife......'
Take 2:
'Dr Livingstone I presume?'
' No, no, just call me Ken. Come over to my hut and let me explain my plans for a revamped public transport system in the heart of Africa. Oh, one more thing. If you insist on bringing your party through the centre of the village, I should point out there is a congestion tax.'