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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 04, 2007

This just in...

Lady Bracknell has just been sent this link by a friend.

Whilst the content appears, to Lady Bracknell's untutored eye, to be written entirely in some sort of particularly impenetrable code, she is assured that it will be of both interest and practical use to disabled persons who

  • drive a motor car and
  • have a gentleman-friend who goes by the name of Tom Tom.

(Tom Tom is, apparently, not the butcher's son. Is it any wonder that Lady Bracknell finds the modern world confusing?)

7 Comments:

Blogger Mary said...

Alas, I will not be able to participate yet. The town where I live is currently making satellite navigation devices have all manner of panic attacks due to a VERY large amount of roadworks which makes the device start shouting at you for driving through what it thinks is a field, or going the "wrong" way along what it thinks is a one way road... "New Route! New Route! Do a U-turn!" before it gives up and freezes the program.

I feel quite sorry for it.

11:14 am  
Blogger Mary said...

Forgive me, but it's been bugging me all night - wasn't Tom Tom the piper's son?

9:53 am  
Anonymous Vic said...

I was under the misapprehension that TomTom was a type of percussive instrument. This seemed to me a more complicated method of navigation.

So, thank you your ladyship - I can see a gentlemen may be of some use in perambulating from A to B

11:24 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ma'am

I believe you will find that Tom Tom was, in fact, the piper’s son.

With all due respect!

Dude

2:15 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Indeed, within hours of ascribing Tom Tom's paternity to the local butcher, Lady Bracknell had recognised her error.

What need would the butcher's son have to steal a pig?

Unfortunately, Lady Bracknell being elderly, her memory is not what it used to be: she forgot to instruct the Editor to amend the original post.

Vic's idea of a navigation aid consisting of a small drum, whilst admittedly having very little by way of practical application, has great charm.

3:07 pm  
Anonymous SphinxQueen said...

I don't know what all the fuss is about. Her Ladyship states in the blog that Tom Tom is NOT the butcher's son. This is indeed the case (unless there is another Tom Tom of whom we are all unaware). Or am I sticking to the letter, rather than the spirit, of the blog entry? Ooooooooooh I love the smell of pedantry in the morning!

12:12 am  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Lady Bracknell being an inveterate pedant herself, she can hardly complain when she becomes the object of pedantry.

(The Sphinx Queen will note that Lady Bracknell resisted the temptation to congratulate Mary and the Dude for having spotted the "deliberate error".)

12:19 am  

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