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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, September 08, 2006

In which the editor panics. Quite a lot.

Returning this evening from another warm day in the office, the editor was surprised to see that a letter of unmistakeable livery was lying on the doormat awaiting her arrival.

The editor has been summoned to Buckingham Palace on Friday, November 17th.

Given that she has waited so long to have the date confirmed, Lady Bracknell had anticipated that the editor would react calmly once the news arrived, as befits an employee of a member of the aristocracy.

But Lady Bracknell's confidence was sorely misplaced. The editor is all of a fluster, and can be heard to fret, "But I haven't been back to the milliner yet to discuss hat colours!" and, "But that's really soon, and I haven't even bought my shoes!".

Lady Bracknell suspects that this weekend may prove rather trying...

10 Comments:

Blogger wrinkled weasel said...

Who is the "editor" What mysterious hold does this person have upon you?

Do you need rescue and succour?

1:38 am  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

The editor's role is described here.

She may not be quite as Lady Bracknell expected when the contract of employment was drawn up, but the two rub along together in a moderately harmonious fashion most of the time.

Nevertheless, Lady Bracknell is touched by Monsieur Weasel's generous offer of assistance.

7:55 am  
Blogger stella said...

Buckingham Palace! Holy crappers!

Lady B, I think you're the coolest person I almost know.

Stella :)

8:55 am  
Blogger wrinkled weasel said...

Thank you for clearing that up, Lady B.

One is a bit worried about "all social backgrounds" being welcome.

Are you some kind of suffragette?
Do people of Trade visit this blog?

Surely not.

9:52 am  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Lady Bracknell admits that she may have erred grievously in extending her welcome to members of the proletariat in her initial enthusiasm for this blogging venture.

However, it is too late now to rescind the gesture.

11:12 am  
Blogger Charlesdawson said...

Yipes! Lady Bracknell will, I hope, be able to report to us just how disability-friendly Buckingham Palace is.

As I understand it, Her Majesty's Old Man, Phil the Greek, suffers from the same condition as your humble obedt. servt., namely, arthritis, so I would trust all available and reasonable adjustments are in place for him and his Wife's guests.

5:11 pm  
Blogger Wilf said...

Mum says that you can come to our house anyday but that you won't get a medal (although you'll probably deserve one if you eat some of Mum's carrot and green pepper cake).

8:51 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Well, I must say that's very kind of your mother.

And I bet Chez Wilf has fewer grand, sweeping staircases than Buck House as well.

The carrot and green pepper cakes sounds ... interesting.

The Editor

9:16 pm  
Blogger James Medhurst said...

Congratulations Lady B. I hope that the Palace proves to be accessible.

10:39 pm  
Blogger Atyllah said...

And no doubt when the Editor has her hat and her shoes she will then wail, "but I have nothing to wear!" Ah, Lady B, I think you're in for some trying times.

7:59 pm  

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