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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, February 11, 2007

In which the Editor experiences a frisson

The Editor - much to Lady Bracknell's dismay - has a great fondness for Tim Burton's moving picture, The Nightmare Before Christmas. (Mr Larkin recently had cause to sigh deeply in response to her distress when she temporarily lost the pumpkin charm from her mobile phone, and to agree with Lady Bracknell that her reaction to having misplaced a small piece of orange plastic was not that which might have been expected from a grown woman.) Imagine, then, the excited squeaking which ensued when she discovered that a full-size Jack Skellington walking stick has been produced, and may be purchased cheaply from this eBay seller or, at considerably greater expense, from starstore. (And, very probably, from a variety of other retail outlets too numerous to mention.)

The stick would be of very little practical use to the Editor, given that it has no crook and could thus not be draped over her wrist when she has temporary need for both hands to be free. And she is far from sure that it would support her not-inconsiderable weight. Neither of which considerations, of course, significantly reduces her temptation to buy one right now this instant minute. (Lady Bracknell has suborned her into taking dictation so that she will be kept busy until the initial rush of excitement has passed. Never let it be said that Lady Bracknell pays no heed at all to the welfare of her employees.)

At the other end of the scale entirely, those of Lady Bracknell's readers who have need of a handsome walking stick, and whose purses are bottomless, may find themselves salivating with desire over the work of Boris Palatnik, of which the splendid cougar below is but one example.


Blogger Mary said...

Oh my.

As her Ladyship points out, the practicality of the stick is questionable - but I am really very tempted to get one for those occasions when only a very few steps are required.

5:10 pm  
Blogger melbamae said...

I personally think the Editor should be freed from dictation "this instant" in order to purchase such a fine stick.

Melbamae, who shares The Editor's enthusiasm for Mr. Burtons "Nightmare".

5:37 pm  
Blogger BloggingMone said...

How about this one for her Ladyship's visit to Ascot?
These kind of walking sticks are becomming more and more fashionable, especially the one with the daisies on. They can be seen fairly often in the streets now.

5:55 pm  
Anonymous dirk said...

love that stick.as for the practicality,in my case it would be all right.
I just need a little correction for balance,trippin up the "abled".
All with style of course
I would love to pimp my stick...

1:54 am  

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