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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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Friday, December 12, 2008

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Lady Bracknell wishes it to be known that her enthusiasm for reducing her household expenses is not so indiscriminate as to enable her, in all conscience, to look a Woolworth's employee in the eye whilst availing herself of tins of biscuits which have been dramatically reduced in price.

Indeed, she finds it astonishing that so few seasoned bargain-hunters appear to share her scruples in this matter.

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Anonymous Cleopatra said...

It is so sad and depressing. While walking to the post office yesterday morning, I saw a local factory completely covered with green and red union flags. More than 200 people where layed off without any prior notice. It seems they nearly burnt the place down out of sheer frustration.
What a Christmas they will have...

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