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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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Sunday, July 16, 2006

C is for...



.... congratulations to the extremely talented gentleman who has created the politically incorrect alphabet.

Persons of a sensitive disposition are advised not to click on the above link. Those of a rather more robust frame of mind - a category into which Lady Bracknell would like to think the majority of her regular readers fall - are recommended to visit the site forthwith, as long as they promise faithfully not to desert Lady Bracknell's humble scribblings as a result, and live out the rest of their days volunteering further taboo subjects for The Headmaster to illustrate in a comical fashion.


Post Script: is it just Lady Bracknell's fancy, or does the little chap in the illustration above bear an almost uncanny resemblance to young Master Marmite?

1 Comments:

Blogger marmiteboy said...

I'm outraged!!! It's my LEFT leg!!

Apart from that...spot on :-)

7:37 am  

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