Dear Elvis,
In a now distant time, a gentleman whose noble stature and ambitions I can personally vouch for, kindly wrote you a letter to which he has yet to receive his most deserved reply. The dear sir who I refer to of course, is none other than Kieran McConville OBE, WW1 veteran and Desert Storm air fighter ace.
Out of profound appreciation in your initial invitation to openly pen a personal letter to the (now former) Interference Tsar, Mr McConville poured his heart out in an attempt to create a better understanding between you two. "There will be peace in our time", Kieran said triumphantly after personally delivering his Opus, waving his masterwork in the air with his right hand as he addressed the gathering crowd.
Mr McConville has been on record on numerous occasions citing "it feels like it was 1938 when I first wrote that", and a quick look at the calendar indicates that a long time has indeed passed since that day. Whether it was in fact 1938 or 2003 is of little consequence; semantics rarely are between sensible and consenting adults.
In closing, I politely but firmly implore you to respond to Mr McConville's enquiries at your most early of conveniences.
Tepid regards,
~deathbear