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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, July 20, 2008


The Editor's pater is 80 today. Many happy returns, Pater!


Blogger Mary said...

Happy birthday, Mr Editor Snr!

(he looks rather young for 80. Are you sure?)

11:13 am  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Admittedly, that photograph isn't exactly recent....

11:29 am  
Blogger The Goldfish said...

I see the hat thing runs in the family! And you having mentioned elsewhere that there is a resemblance, one could well imagine this to be a young Editor.

Was there a cake? My Granny Kelly turned eighty a few summers back during a heatwave and had her party in my folks' back garden. My Dad lit all eighty candles on the cake, took the cake outside and after an enormous whoosh of flame all the candles were gone and most of the cake had melted...

3:56 pm  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

There may be a cake at The Official Party.

A party which, for reasons I can't even begin to comprehend, isn't being held until the last Sunday in August.

I can report, however, that the birthday boy had a lovely day visiting the tall ships.

9:31 pm  

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