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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, January 13, 2007

Yet another pictorial interlude

Lady Bracknell suspects that her predilection for posting photographic images of Young Master Bertram on these pages will soon become wearisome to her readers if, indeed, it has not become so already.

She will do her best to restrain her impulses in future, but hopes that this particular picture has sufficient charm not to drive any readers away in despair just yet.


Blogger The Goldfish said...

I am of the firm belief that it is a blogger's pregorative to post pictures of things they consider appealling no matter what others may think. Fortunately for her Ladyship, lots of people like cats. Fortunately for myself, lots of people like baby nephews. Fortunately for another blogger, lots of people take a keen interest in abandoned bathmats.

11:41 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I fear Madame Caspar may be feeling a little slighted, being absent from these pages for some while. Perhaps Lady Bracknell would consider posting a picture of the obligingly-black furred feline for us all to admire. Go on.......... you know you want to!

1:53 pm  
Blogger Gorilla Bananas said...

I don't mind cats of that size. It's only the big ones that are a nuisance where I live. I hope Her Ladyship has nothing against gorillas. I have held the parasol of several refined ladies in my time.

3:39 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


I submit that the evidence speaks for itself. Both in this post and the subsequent one, all your Ladyship has to do is post a picture of either feline companion in order to be (relatively speaking) inundated with responses. Yet when the editor treats us to an amusing anecdote about wildlife behaviour along with a bijou rant on the topic of waiting for buses in inclement weather, neither the story nor her most blatant use of an appalling Americanism in lieu of the past tense of the verb to dive elicits so much as a peep from the loyal readers.

Obviously moggies is what the punters want!


8:29 am  
Blogger Charlesdawson said...

What a wonderful profile....it reminds me of that great literary figure as portrayed by EH Sheperd - I mean, of course, the immortal Pooh Bear.

10:05 am  

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