Describe your day in the manner of an 18th century english aristocrat

John Doe1

InkSlinger67

T'wasnt bad!

woodoo

Spiffing old bean... shneet, sniff sniff.

MistyCheese

Verily, off to the infirmary went I, not before taking mine pair of stately hounds for a brief constitutional, to the infirmary where alas lays mine most beloved young sister. Following a lengthy stay by said siblings bedside off home set I, partaking to gaze upon warbling wannabes and judges in a cunning test of skill whilst all the while munching upon a delightful concoction of bread and cheese and tomato and sausage and pepperoni washed down with caramel flavored carbonated beverage.

T'wll not be til the morrow which I discover which wannabe hast ended thy journey upon the road to stardom, and which shall continue to enthrall me in the coming weeks, indeed.

HLecter

Arise Sir the noon has past,
Bedraggled by thine own crust,
To sweat in vain for vanity sake,
To swim for sake of swimming
And thence to dine,
The forbidden mini fish box,
Gaze from distance,
Upon lustful times of past,
And wenches fine,
Rest thine wrist,
Upon paper sheet.


(woke up in a ball, went to the gym, watched filth)

ha ha hello

http://books.google.ie/books?id=NqHteIy-lXYC&printsec=frontcover&dq=vulgar+tongue&hl=en&ei=d52sTv3IMcaIhQf884S7Dw&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=3&ved=0CDUQ6AEwAg#v=onepage&q&f=false


knock yourself out!

mikemac

I always liked this, read it years ago

They hang the man, and flog the woman,
That steals the goose from off the common;
But let the greater villain loose,
That steals the common from the goose.

Was to do with landowners taking over common land

You could almost apply it to today, mortgage holders going to court while the golden circle are being looked after

edgesgirl

Arose I, this early morn and prepared a feast for a wench I am well accustomed with. Much wine we drank and laughed heartily till I, noticing the hour, invited them to return in the morn for tea and pigs insides encased in matter. They agreed and gleefully we bid them good night until the morrow. When we shall meet again.:)

Broads.ie

I have a penchant for proclivities.

Manach

I doth playeth well in a pastime calleth CoD4: Modern Warefare.

IvySlayer

Ones Matriarchal Figurehead.

Kojak

Manach wrote: »

I doth playeth well in a pastime calleth CoD4: Modern Warefare.

Was that line not in Hamlet??

Mr Trade In

I got me brain medcine from Nation Healt...

bodhrandude

"Our hedge master died in 1805 and since then weve had no school, and for what we see of the CIE sure we might as well be in Kabul.
And yet we might get the auld electric light and then again... We might not, and the Christmas mail arrives without fail after Easter in Drumsnott."
Brian ORourke.

Kanoe

I slumbered mostly, in my chambers.

Killer Pigeon

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOSYiT2iG08

orourkeda

IvySlayer wrote: »

Ones Matriarchal Figurehead.

No. Your matriarchal figurehead

orourkeda

What ho you c*nting aristocrats what?

chucken1

John Doe1 wrote: »

You dont want to do your homework?

This makes me puke. The internet is there..hes too lazy.

OMG we used BOOKS. WE HAD TO READ THEM!!!

weeder

it was shi te

sgb

Bringith me another kitchen boy, I've just split this one

4leto

Surely, by God while fiddling with this new Babbage difference engine, I have recently become cognisant of the fact that Master Tesco and Sons will deliver all one's weekly wares and needs right to the tradesman's entrance of one's manor. How convenient but if I was avail of such dispensation, I fear the kitchen boy would become to indolent and focus his attentions on pilfering from my good self.

4leto

I am contemplating on summoning my carriage, so as I could attend an evenings entertainment accompanied by some fine ale at the gentlemen's club.

Call Me Jimmy

Bloody Sunday - U2.

I'm playing too?

4Sheets

It was the best of days it was the worst of days.
Im sure someone will point out my quote is 19th century!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0iRTB-FTMdk

dr gonzo

Sitec wrote: »

excreted foul movements from last moons antics, yondered 2 metric mile to partake in a quick alcoholic brew with humerus chums.

Why Lord Sitec, i do believe your governess has failed you. Lest your intention was to equate your quaffing company to the upper bone of ones arm.

My name is URL

Scatter he withal vile water

goat2

i arose early noon, had brew and crumpet in the portico, i doth errand with hounds on toe, i doth dug the poppies, swede and carrots and handed into scullery to be prepared for meal,

Biggins

Its been a rum bollox!

4leto

My head aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

Last night I imbibed to much spirit at the gentleman's club, one mustn't, but I dearly suspect cook is trying to poison her good master, that foul creature, I will notify my very good friend Sir Robert Peel of her foul and immoral transgressions.

vampire of kilmainham

what 0 old bean i say it was jolly spiffing of you to invite me to lunchon

vampire of kilmainham

bodhrandude wrote: »

"Our hedge master died in 1805 and since then weve had no school, and for what we see of the CIE sure we might as well be in Kabul.
And yet we might get the auld electric light and then again... We might not, and the Christmas mail arrives without fail after Easter in Drumsnott."
Brian ORourke.

WHAT:eek::eek::eek:

Rubecula

Good sirs and Mistresses of the forum, this indeed is a wondrous thread, for which mine own heart has heavy beatings.

My own fair day which of course was not yet today but rather the day of yesterday went as follows in this missive:

I arose from my nightly bed and completed my toilet, before I journeyed to from my domicile to my erstwhile location for manual labour. Here I soundly beat my serfs into action for the coming day's employment. As a caring overseer, please note that I seldom issue more than twelve lashes at the start of the day. And from this auspicious start we then went hence to our stations and proceeded to complete a full days grafting employment. Once the day's work was completed I didst allow my serfs to rest, whilst I returned to my loving home to partake of an excellent meal, prepared for me by the finest of gourmet chefs by the name of TESCO Ready Meals.

Finally at the end of such an arduous day I proceed to my chambers whereupon I took the opportunity to avail myself of my bed.

Frank Black

The day began, as many a day before it, as I was awakened from my slumber, by what seemed in my still somnambulant state, to be the loud squeals of some misbegotten animal in distress. Eventually, I determined the sounds to be emulating from myself – no doubt the effects of last night’s wine had affected the delicate balance of my brain once again.
I rose quickly, performed my toilet and breakfasted on the remains of last night supper.
I spent the day in quiet reflection, meditating on the beauty of my surroundings while reading aloud some of my favourite prose.
Alas, as evening fell, my mood did match the changing of the light, turning to darker thoughts. After a meal of fortified port, to town I did speed and into a tavern of ill repute did I enter. It is said (though by who, I know not) that the Inn of Jack of the Copper Face contains the dregs of society, poor tormented souls whose solitary aim in life seems to revolve around the sating of the most basest of human urges.
Though I know I would admonish myself in the morn, I did now wholeheartedly join these twisted souls in their macabre dance, delighting in the pleasures of the flesh with a young nursing wench from some god-forsaken town in the countryside.
Tomorrow, I will admonish myself most severely, but for tonight, i beseech ye – let me be!

Batsy

Sitec wrote: »

excreted foul movements from last moons antics, yondered 2 metric mile to partake in a quick alcoholic brew with humerus chums.

Mile is imperial, not metric.

Mr Benevolent

One rises at the dawn, breakfasts lightly, dresses in the fashion of the day and takes out the motorcar for a jaunt to the office. There one endeavours to give satisfaction to all and any before tootling home to a feast to stagger the senses. Thereafter, a snifter or two of port is consumed, the papers are browsed and marital relations commence forthwith. Having sampled temptation's unending torrent, one lays one's sated head on an adjacent bosom and allows oneself to be carried into the waiting arms of Morpheus, there to sleep, perchance to dream.

And that's how I roll, bitches.

Batsy

I was writing a fictional message from the 18th century eccentric aristocrat Lord Rokeby and his weird and unnatural love for water, but when I was part of the way through doing that the fire alarm went off and we all had to leave the building, so I logged off.

And now I can't be bothered starting to do it again.

getz

black francis wrote: »

The day began, as many a day before it, as I was awakened from my slumber, by what seemed in my still somnambulant state, to be the loud squeals of some misbegotten animal in distress. Eventually, I determined the sounds to be emulating from myself – no doubt the effects of last night’s wine had affected the delicate balance of my brain once again.
I rose quickly, performed my toilet and breakfasted on the remains of last night supper.
I spent the day in quiet reflection, meditating on the beauty of my surroundings while reading aloud some of my favourite prose.
Alas, as evening fell, my mood did match the changing of the light, turning to darker thoughts. After a meal of fortified port, to town I did speed and into a tavern of ill repute did I enter. It is said (though by who, I know not) that the Inn of Jack of the Copper Face contains the dregs of society, poor tormented souls whose solitary aim in life seems to revolve around the sating of the most basest of human urges.
Though I know I would admonish myself in the morn, I did now wholeheartedly join these twisted souls in their macabre dance, delighting in the pleasures of the flesh with a young nursing wench from some god-forsaken town in the countryside.
Tomorrow, I will admonish myself most severely, but for tonight, i beseech ye – let me be!

then you got syphilis and died in agony,where i in fact,just had a sore bum

Biggins

I arise to labor in a dawning light
Tent to tiddlers upon their sight.
Clothe, feed and toil till evenings best
Only then do thus I thee rest.