An invitation to pass the afternoon hours arrived this week past from Peter Von Sleaze, Marquess of Brunswick.......I was moderately impressed as a Marquess lies reasonably high in the pyramid of titles.....a British peer ranking below a duke and above an earl. Furthermore I have heard rumour that the Marquess is prone to party like antics as much as his funds allow. (I fear the Marquess is rather more than prone to wine women and song and that his funds have been restricted by the powers that be lest he bankrupts his district).
I arrived in his company after a shopping spree and was somewhat disabled with bags quite brimming with dresses from some of the finer stores in Brighton. The Marquess and the Countess spent an afternoon in fine semblance in a castle belonging to Caroline of Brunswick and put the world quite to rights. My companion informed me too of a new craze spreading through the streets of the city called 'boylesque'.
My good friend Lady Dolly of the Rocket Clan is seen below in this documentary from Chanel 4 which may give more of an insight into this new craze.
Papa would not have been pleased at this new craze, but neither was he happy with binge drinking amongst the lower classes and yet see how happy they are despite the recession.
Later the Baron arrived and were able to plan how he will manage his trust fund. The boy is lucky not to feel the pinch of government cuts as his mother took care of his financial affairs wisely before he was even on this earth. ........the boy/man at eighteen can wallow in the spoilings that others have assured him and he is to consider his tenancy in a bijou residency with high ceilings and good vehicular access. The Countess is thrilled to have been asked advise concerning the decor of the baron Rupert's new abode and I am to make delivery there of a bar, furnishings of a manly nature....mostly dark wood and black, supplies of health giving recuperating foods which can be frozen for long periods, a supply of fresh socks which seems more beneficial than storing soiled ones until the maid arrives, a maid, and other props that a young man about town should enjoy in a well to do apartment in the heart of the borough of Brighton.
The evening was somewhat marred by the arrival of a young lady from the Moulsecoomb district who one deemed most inappropriate. Danielle of the Not All There clan proved to be an annoyance all round and was sent her marching orders.....clearly a gold digger and we thank God that the Baron is wise to these types.
I have taken a penthouse at the artist's retreat in Islington as the accommodations on the lower floors were not appropriate for a woman of my social standing. The apartment on the top floor looks over a part of Londinium quite pretty and my art tutor informs me that the gardens and the views have improved my production. He is actively searching for a suitable venue to show the collection during the autumn though fairly I am in no particular rush.
My dear friend Princess Adeleh Bright Daffodil of Trans is to attend a private and expensive clinic on Monday to have some readjustments made to her new lady area. We wish her most well as her wedding will be quite soon in the Borough of Islington and I am most excited to wear yellow for the first time in over a decade..... (Ah one is taken back to the bright yellow stretch Lycra cat suit that was something of a Countess trademark during my years in the colonies.Thoughts and best wishes too to the Lord Double-yew. It seems that the bailiffs or at least the threat of them have meant he is forced to move his needy family to the servants quarter along one of the city's less desirable areas where the neighbours are questionable and drunks and vagabonds ruminate in the gutters all night!. Condolences to his wife whose aspirations to climb the ladder of social notice have been so successful previously as to cause some hyper ventilations......oh how the mighty fall.
I was to Hackney on Monday as guest of the L'il Literati and the Sniper. The Countess is most pleased at their progress.
For those unaware some six years of estrangement between the Lil one and myself were abruptly ended by an episode of Crime Watch. The Countess is not a viewer of proletariat television generally but an aide had contacted me to draw attention to an episode where a line up of eight of Britain's most wanted criminals were presented on the Palace's flat screen. Second most wanted was the Sniper Dizzle and his girlfriend the L'il Literati.
Shocked and concerned I made contact with the underground elements (it is my business to know these people though one is cautious to spend too much of one's time with them) and the L'il one was brought to the Palace for a recuperation. The Sniper was persuaded to hand himself over to the metropolitan authorities to serve his time. How thrilled then we can all be that now the two of them have made such progress in a difficult world enjoying top positions in the city of London.
The Sniper can be viewed from the clip herin as the only white boy on the block.
Plans for a rendezvous with Sir Gary of the Buckley Clan of Forest Gate (still famed for his contribution to the anarcho punk movement and a band of fine writers and musicians named D.I.R.T) were scuppered as the rains fell hard from the Hackney skies and the L'il one was sadly not for moving. We feasted instead in the warmth of the castle that has now become so familiar to me and I am to rearrange plans to reminisce the heady days of anarcho punk.
I am again to Brighton for some continuing commitments this week. Sadly there is still rain here too but I am to dear mother's where I may enjoy the menu as always.
News has just arrived that Skye, Queen of the Mushroom Fairies is to attend a college course.......she is expected later to give more insight to the academic advancement.
The Baron is also due soon as I enjoy some peace in my quarters away from mother and the rabid chihuahua.
Until later my good children, may God guide you well through rain, poor quality British television and even more poor quality British tennis.
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