Bows for Britain!
The phrase "Modern Girl" must invariably evoke a sinister picture of sapphic so-called "Punk Rockers" rolling and squelching on the viscous route of some much-needed by-pass. Maddened by a diet of nut-cutlets and dope, these unwashed "same-sex partners" entwine, writhing like lecherous Trotskyite worms, the crazy beat of "rockabilly" tunes addling their illogical feminine brains.
Imagine my joy on discovering a group of brave young Scots ladies dedicated to restoring charm in dress and manners to this tired old world. Zarasstyle - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/zarasstyle/?yguid=212730976
are pledged to popularise that delightful fashion, the bow-necked blouse, and thus snuff out a salient of so-called modernity in the battle to renew civilisation on decent, common-sense, Church of England lines.
On with the shortbread!
posted by Monty Stocking B.A. at 12:39 PM
5 Comments:
Dear Monty
Words fail me - at least there is one of the old school left.
I do my best to fly the flag in my dreary north London suburb but I fear we are too overwhelmed.
Tell me - do you not think gargling is a proper sort of hobby for a young man? My son used words I'd never heard before when I suggested it and I had to withdraw his dried pasta as sanction.
I still can't quite understand the smirk on his face ...
Ah! The gargle! Mother Nature's interior showerbath! Nearog. In my young days at school I could hardly wait to get my gums around the wholesome tube of a flowing, powerful spigot!
Be of good cheer Master Nearog, for we shall light such a candle in ENgland as shall neve be put out!
I quite understand what you're saying..
But maybe you could explain why they're called "Pussy-Bow-Blouses"?
It's enough to put a modest girl off!
Hallo you pretty little thing! Monty's got a special place for modest young ladies... sit over here with me and have a lovely sherry. I bet you'd like a big one!
Pussy bow you ask? Yes it is rather queer, but luckily old Monty knows all about pussy!
I prefer "tie neck" myself. Tell me, Lynn... may I call you Lynn? Tell me, have you ever felt silk knotted round your neck, soft yet firm, holding you tigh?
Well! There was no need to do that. Almost had me bloody eye out. And don't slam... the door.
Bloody communist.
Oh well. Back to me videos.
I meant tight. Bloody communist spelling bastard computer.
Post a Comment
<< Home