A tall, rangy, balding and stooped man. He carries the air of an academical around with him. It's in a jar in his satchel.

Currently, Mr Whisplaw is the Clerk of the [[Improbable_central | Improbable Central]] Council, where he carries out the duties of a grand vizier, but on a less grand scale. 

He is the nemesis of [[mountjoy|Mr Mountjoy]], the [[Germstaffmembers| GERM clan butler]]. Currently, <del>only Kestrel knows why</del> pretty much the whole clan knows why. Suffice to say there is a huge, roiling and all-encompassing animosity 'twixt the two.

He has recently served that group of inveterate nutters with notice that they are in breach of City Ordnance 34-765A2.1 - quite what this means [[GERM|<GERM>]] has yet to discover. This, it appears, has made Mr Whisplaw very happy indeed.

MAINLY.. .

As it has opened up new [[germstaffmembers|'avenues of employment for him!']]