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The collected opinions of an august and aristocratic personage who, despite her body having succumbed to the ravages of time, yet retains the keen intellect, mordant wit and utter want of tact for which she was so universally lauded in her younger days. Being of a generation unequal to the mysterious demands of the computing device, Lady Bracknell relies on the good offices of her Editor for assistance with the technological aspects of her journal.

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Friday, May 26, 2006

Bizzies Part II

Had Lady Bracknell not had her wits about her and refused to answer the door yesterday evening, she would have found herself being "doorstepped" by a journalist from the local newspaper with regards to the police activity outside Bracknell Towers the previous day.

Her more intemperate neighbour was only too pleased to be asked for her impressions of what had happened, with the result that the write-up in the local paper shows signs of being based more on speculation and assumption than the comparatively sober report provided by the BBC.

It is, Lady Bracknell must admit, rather sobering to discover that the wherewithal to create explosive devices has been stored in such close proximity to one's abode.

With the windows of Bracknell Towers open, her ladyship cannot help but overhear parts of a conversation between the same intemperate neighbour and another local journalist. A male one, this time. He has sought Lady Bracknell's neighbour out in an attempt to "find out more about" the miscreant. Heaven forfend that he should direct his enquiries towards the proper authorities.


Blogger marmiteboy said...

I think the good Lady should employ some burly men for added security. Her safety might well be in danger from anarchists and left-wing types from council estates who are jealous of Lady B's status in life. I wouild offer my services but alas I'm not burly.

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