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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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Saturday, October 13, 2007

Enough with the unnecessary wrapping, already!!

When you say that your product provides "a solution" to dress up my bottle of washing-up liquid, you are presupposing that I consider my unadorned bottle of washing-up liquid to be a problem which requires a solution.

Trust me: I don't.

The Editor


Anonymous Sara said...

Okay, but I really like the fabric. Stupid application, sweet print.

It would have been much better as a pot holder cozy. ;)

12:26 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Oh, indeed: the fabric is great.

From a thumbnail, I assumed this was actually an apron for a person (as opposed to an apron for a bottle of washing-up liquid) and I was quite tempted. Except that, since last year's frozen shoulder, I can't do anything up behind my back any more. So I wouldn't actually have bought it.

Pot holder cozy - you do know how to make me laugh! :-)

12:30 pm  
Blogger Kerrio said...

There are more things on heaven and earth than I ever DREAMED existed!

1:16 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Aye. Truth is stranger than fiction.

2:02 pm  
Blogger The Goldfish said...

Shortly before my folks' 30th wedding anniversary, what we were planning to give them fell through and my friend Pete and I had a mad dash across the North York moors to find something, anything, that would do as an anniversary present. In one short a completely earnest lady attempted to sell me a cover for a vacuum cleaner which was a horse in a dress. She used the adjective beautiful. It wasn't. Not nearly.

5:57 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

A horse. In a dress.

In what way, one wonders, is this supposed to be aesthetically preferable to a vacuum cleaner?

7:42 pm  
Blogger marmiteboy said...

Is your washing up liquid made from extract of pea? I knew the good Lady was posh but this is ridiculous.

8:43 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

I believe it is made from squeezed fairies.

8:46 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Apparently squeezed fairies are now available in a variety of colours and can do marvellous things with dirty dishes. Without being hidden behind that appalling cover - which makes me wish even more fervently for humanity to invent a 'staircase to heaven'...

We're getting there, according to the latest QI, but possibly won't have anything working in my lifetime. Still, there's always humour! If you can laugh at life, despite MS, you must be made of sterner (or more risible) stuff than me. But I do have a go. And start sentences with forbidden words.

Angie xx

11:50 pm  
Blogger Mary said...

It can't be just me who reads the labels on the bottles and packets on the windowsill as I wash up. They want to spoil all my fun.

10:23 am  
Anonymous Karl Marx said...

"I believe it is made from squeezed fairies."

Yet another example of the way in which the Aristocracy oppresses the workers. As if fairies didn't have enough to do, what with Christmas, christenings and tooth collection, now they're being sieved to make household cleansers.

10:25 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Come the revolution..........


9:32 am  

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