From the Twittered mind of Lord Edmund Bryll
LordEdmundBryll It has come to my attention that a sortie, or raid as it were, is scheduled to occur against that wretched Empire Club after cocktails.
LordEdmundBryll I share this information knowing that the semi-literate troglodytes who comprise the Empire Club’s membership will be none the wiser.
LordEdmundBryll I fully acknowledge the fact of Prince Phillip’s membership in the Empire Club, but I contend this rather makes my point for me.
LordEdmundBryll Should this evening’s sortie follow the lead set by previous excursions, we shall stand in front of the Empire Club’s entrance and mock it.
LordEdmundBryll I harbour particularly fine memories of standing before the Empire Club, hurling abuse relating to the poor quality of its cigars and whores.
LordEdmundBryll On one occasion Prince Phillip himself emerged to excoriate the throng, whereupon he was met with catcalls and balloons filled with urine.
UPDATED:
LordEdmundBryll Judging by his reaction to said bombardment, Prince Phillip was disappointed but not unaccustomed to the unaromatic ordnance in use.
LordEdmundBryll Cocktail hour has now come to a close, and all assembled have begun preparing balloons for the rest of this evening’s planned revelries.
LordEdmundBryll Empire Club called the police. Details after bail hearing.
April 6th, 2009 at 7:21 am
The rat bastards at Empire Club always call the constabulary. Real men fight with their fists (and balloons) and leave the police out of it.
April 6th, 2009 at 7:37 am
As I slouch through lunch hour and dread the end of said lunch hour nine minutes from now, I thought I’d check out the Bryll Twitter I’d missed while away a couple weeks back. It’s absolutely spleen-burstingly funny, and I especially enjoyed this:
Lady Bryll has been known to lament that Valentino is no longer with us, which warms my heart, given the effort it took to have him killed.