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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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Monday, May 22, 2006

For the benefit of Mr Kite

Lady Bracknell makes no pretence to be young. She has no time either for women who coyly refuse to reveal their true age or for the modern obsession with youth and beauty. Nevertheless, she is occasionally brought short by the realisation of just how much younger than her some of her friends and acquaintances are.

For example, it came as something of a shock to her at a committee meeting last week to realise that there are persons in their thirties for whom Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band is such ancient history that it is entirely outwith their frame of cultural reference.

Had it not been for the presence of several committee members in their forties and above, Lady Bracknell's witticism on the lyric which forms the title of this blog entry would have fallen very flat indeed.

The delightful young gentleman for whose benefit the witticism was coined claimed that his musical education started with Abba.

If Lady Bracknell is to continue to chair meetings in her accustomed style of sparkling bon mots, she fears she may be forced to familiarise herself with the hip beat combos du jour. A prospect which, if she is honest, does not fill her heart with unalloyed joy.


Blogger The Goldfish said...

The Goldfish cannot understand how anyone manages to get to any age one might regard as maturity without learning about the most significant music composed and produced outside their own time and location. Similarly with books, plays, films and works of art.

If we were all that way inclined towards our culture, then not a living soul would know who Lady Bracknell is. And Dan Brown would have had to somehow rustle up The Emin Code.

7:18 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Lady Bracknell's editor can now barely type for chuckling.

The Emin Code - comic genius!

7:21 pm  
Blogger pete said...

I agree wholeheartedly with Goldfish.

I think Tracey is wonderful!

8:24 am  
Blogger Charlesdawson said...

Goldfish, there's a kind of time-takes-its-revenge here. According to Kenneth Tynan, he once tried to interest George in writing songs for a musical about William Blake. After some confusing conversation, it emerged that George had never even heard of Blake. "We pass and are forgotten, as the rest."

8:25 am  
Blogger Alexandra said...

My DH recently pointed out that the line "time for tea and meet the wife" from the song Good Morning, Good Morning actually refers to a popular TV show of the time. I have to wonder how many of us knew that? OK, perhaps those in the UK would be more familiar with that reference, but we here in the US are clueless.

It would seem that our education in popular culture is sadly lacking all around.

4:41 pm  
Blogger marmiteboy said...

Marmiteboy is increasingly feeling old as the hills. Whenever he goes to a popular music concert these days he is often one of the oldest people there.

I often quote all kinds of programmes from my youth at work only to be met with incomprehension from may of my colleagues. They have never heard of Pogles Wood, Joe and Playaway let alone seen them.

Lady B is right to worry. Everybody seems to be getting younger and it's not a situation I like.

5:46 pm  

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