I've been to a marvellous party!
It has been some years since Lady Bracknell has been sufficiently robust of constitution to devote her Saturday evenings to the popular pursuit of "party-going", or, indeed, sufficiently tolerant of inane conversation to wish to do so.
Nevertheless, she has nothing - in principle, at least - against persons who choose to invite friends to visit them, and who then ply said friends with alcohol lest the lack of such artificial stimulants should result in uncomfortable longueurs in the social interaction between them.
However, Lady Bracknell's tolerance becomes more than somewhat strained when the hosts - apparently having imbibed rather freely themselves - feel the need to shout their appreciation up the street behind their departing guests at 4.15 in the morning.
Nevertheless, she has nothing - in principle, at least - against persons who choose to invite friends to visit them, and who then ply said friends with alcohol lest the lack of such artificial stimulants should result in uncomfortable longueurs in the social interaction between them.
However, Lady Bracknell's tolerance becomes more than somewhat strained when the hosts - apparently having imbibed rather freely themselves - feel the need to shout their appreciation up the street behind their departing guests at 4.15 in the morning.
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Lady Bracknell | Sunday, October 21, 2007
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If it's any consolation, at least the man who didn't seem to know any other swearwords apart from the f-one-- in fact it seemed to make up his entire vocabulary--ended up outside my house at 3:00 am instead. Though this was a few weeks ago.
We've got a copy of Roger's Profanisaurus somewhere around here, now I think of it. I should've got it out that night to teach the twunt a few new ones.
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