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Fortuitous consumerite! Pat yourself on your British back, for you are lucky enough to witness an ADVANCED PRE-VIEWING of an elite selection of Shot By A Rascal Productions’s nextest range of FASHIONABLE COAT-PINS. Sieur de Chook has hinted the possibility of a range of MEN’S NECK-TIES to follow. View, and feel compelled to own!
From Left unto Right:
First line: Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec - “Henry Samary”, playbill for HMS Pinafore, Marlene Dietrich
Second line: Georges Seurat - “La Grande Jatte”, Mycroft Holmes - Britain’s Smartest Man, Nikola Tesla
Third line: A conversation between husband and wife, Édouard Manet - “The Cafe Concert”, Alphonse Mucha - “Dancel”
Madam C was heard to remark,
Upon the 21st of April, 2006 at 11:05 am,
My excitement cannot be contained! *has a little lie-down*
Cornelius_Hemingway was heard to remark,
Upon the 21st of April, 2006 at 4:48 pm,
My dear fellow Marlene and I have had a special understanding ever since we helped that charming Marx fellow, the poor blighter was a damn sight close to being wholly consumed by an alligator on a yacht trip down the mouth of the Nile.
He was certainly thankful, kept mentioning something about Harps- strange thing for a communist to mention I thought.
Anywho, I thought it worth mentioning that he and I once composed a music hall ballad in her honour titled ‘Come on Marlene’. It went swimmingly upon original performance but my notes were tainted during a storm you see, and subsequently the lyrics have become quite muddled- but I am adamant that the spirit remains the same.
I congratulate you on this newfound enterprise, and eagerly await the appointment of general purpose. Then perhaps soon the ‘Reading Oscar, Not Oscar in Reading’ protest documents shall make their way to the colonies where they are sorely required.
Sir Frederick Chooke was heard to remark,
Upon the 21st of April, 2006 at 5:14 pm,
“Come on Marlene” has always been my favourite post-Baroque composition. And I thank you for your congratulation, sir, and hopefully we shall soon have Oscar free from Her Majesty’s clutches! I hear they’re making him WORK! He’s a poet! He’ll never survive!