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.
- Name: Lady Bracknell
- Location: Bracknell Towers
- Just singin' (and whackin') in the rain.
- The joy of text
- In which Lady Bracknell makes a foolish mistake
- Lady Bracknell went to market
- There ain't no cure, there ain't no cure, there ai...
- In which the Editor chairs a meeting
- In which the Editor experiences a frisson
- Shades of disability
- In which we learn that only heterosexual persons b...
- Fear and self-loathing in Liverpool
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Wednesday, February 28, 2007