I think I'd OD on too much lord Peter, but I love those two. However, if anyone wants to give me a Roderick Alleyn....
Mighty fine shindig.
Mal ,'Shindig'
We're Literary 2: To Read Makes Our Speaking English Good
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
deborah grabien - Jun 24, 2004 10:11:16 pm PDT #3585 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Ginger - Jun 25, 2004 3:42:44 am PDT #3586 of 10002
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
You know what I want?
A Lord Peter Wimsey of my very own, that's what.
He's mine. All mine.
Connie Neil - Jun 25, 2004 4:23:43 am PDT #3587 of 10002
brillig
You can keep Peter. I want a Bunter. Though he'll get his own room. I just want him to take care of my house.
Calli - Jun 25, 2004 4:27:14 am PDT #3588 of 10002
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I kind of like to have lunch with the Dowager Duchess, myself.
Connie Neil - Jun 25, 2004 4:28:14 am PDT #3589 of 10002
brillig
I wanna go to lunch too. We can bitch about Duchess Helen. And pet the cat
Calli - Jun 25, 2004 4:30:49 am PDT #3590 of 10002
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
And then Franklin can dab iodine on the resultant scratches.
Not that I'm in any way against the lunch idea, I just remember what happened to the Duchess's butler in Busman's Honeymoon.
Connie Neil - Jun 25, 2004 4:44:37 am PDT #3591 of 10002
brillig
snerk. Yes, I thought of the scratches too, but I couldn't think of Franklin's name.
flea - Jun 25, 2004 5:47:54 am PDT #3592 of 10002
information libertarian
The cat is, of course, Ahasuerus. (I thought Franklin was sort of a lady's companion, not a butler? Female, anyway?)
Calli - Jun 25, 2004 5:50:33 am PDT #3593 of 10002
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I thought that the male butler was the one who got his nose scratched. As I think back on it, it was probably the Dowager Duchess dabbing the iodine on his nose. Or on Franklin's nose. Or maybe it was the butler who needed to go to the dentist and he had no cat trauma whatsoever.
I think I need to reread Busman's Honeymoon. Eh, the weekend looked all rainy and non-outdoorsy anyway, so why not?
DXMachina - Jun 25, 2004 5:53:49 am PDT #3594 of 10002
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
All your Harriet Vane are belong to me.