Thoughts on my experiences with the profligate, not to say fishmongering, wastrels of the reindeer infested nations of Scandanavia
:[ February 7th, 2010
by Lord Edmund Bryll, inventor of Brylcreem
The sudden appearance on this very Internet site of news and commentary, not to say erudition, of one Ingvar Jævel, a foreign national of Norwegian origins, or so he would lead us to believe, provides me with the welcome opportunity to hold forth on a subject of grave importance to me, given my strong moral character and not unrelated fondness for asserting my moral superiority in such a manner as I see fit at any given place and time. Right, of course.
Now, if you will allow me a modicum of artistic license in service to the argument I am about to make, by which allowance I hope to convey the particular strength of feeling I harbour toward the subject at hand, I wish to begin by using terminology which may be altogether too strong, not to say shocking, to those among you of more a more sensitive, or, more particularly, feminine nature, in which case I must forcefully suggest you cease reading this missive before I reach the point where I employ the word “fuck”, I offer my most considered and, as I shall explained, well informed opinion that Scandanavians, and in particular those of a Norwegianic persuasion, are fishmongering shit-arses. Yes, quite, hmm.
Now, my assertion, shocking though it may be, particularly if you are unaccustomed to such frank discourse, is of course based upon a wealth of personal experience and, naturally, rather exuberant predjudice. For you see, I, among my many adventures and expeditions, once visited Lapland and the other environs…
Wait, what is this?
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What the Dickens?
WHA! WHAT!?!?!
PHLEGMINGHAM?






by Reginald Phlegmingham, Duke of Crapping-Upon-Bryllshire