The handbag and the glad rag
Earlier today, the Dude expressed his gratification that a search for "Rolls Canardly" drew one inquisitive soul to his own comments on his Sisyphean labours as her ladyship's chauffeur. It would, perhaps, not be stretching the truth too far to state that the Dude for once feels appreciated.
Were it not for Site Meter, Lady Bracknell would never have experienced that fluttering of authorial pride in her capacious bosom which comes from knowing that her words have been chosen by the prolific Mr Worstall for inclusion in his Britblog Roundup. (Admittedly, on this most recent occasion it was the Editor's words which were chosen: still, Lady Bracknell supposes that one cannot have everything. We cannot all have the great good fortune to witness eel-torturing first hand.)
Be that as it may, what has motivated Lady Bracknell to indulge this evening in what might otherwise have appeared to be an activity dangerously close to bragging, is the apparently random link to her Perorations from this site. Bracknell, if her ladyship is not very much mistaken, is in the county of Berkshire. Lady Bracknell, who has precious little knowledge of Buckinghamshire (despite having been incarcerated for some years in Milton Keynes), can state firmly and without fear of contradiction that she knows nothing at all of Berkshire. It is not that Lady Bracknell is ungrateful for the link: far from it. It is just that she suspects that such readers of the Buckinghamshire Advertiser as click on it may find themselves sorely disappointed at the lack of local information herein contained.