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  • The Crest of Lord Likely

    09 May 2009

    The Mysterious Mystery of the Missing Mystery

    likelyjournal

    BLOODY big, bulging, buggering ball-sacks.

    It appears that since transcribing the last chapter of my current astonishing adventure – The Puzzling Pearl Necklace Puzzle – I have somehow misplaced my journal (pictured above), inside of which were all the notes for the forthcoming chapters of this incredible tale.

    Big, steaming piles of elephantine effluence.

    Of course, my memory has been well and truly water-logged thanks to my consumption of a near-Herculean quantity of alcohol, so without the journal at hand I cannot accurately convey the astonishing adventure at hand – hence the three-week lull you have all had to experience. You poor, Likely-deprived people. It must have been ruddy hell for you all.

    I have been trying to think where I might have left my journal, and so far I have only managed to come up with these possibilities:

    i) I left it in a lady’s bed-chamber (highly probable).

    ii) I used it to beat a vagrant about the head, and left it embedded in his skull.

    iii) A thieving no-good stole it.

    iv) It has been confiscated by government agents, on the basis that the levels of brilliance contained within may prove too much for the public to handle.

    v) My man-servant, Botter, mistakenly threw it away in a moment of all-too typical thick-headedness.

    vi) I left it in a lady (less probable).

    Other than those possibilities, I have drawn a blank, despite my tireless, never-ending efforts to relocate my prized journal, as evidenced by the illustration below:

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    (Illustration skillfully and sexily drawn by Mr. Sheldon Goodman. Further examples of his excellent artistry may be found by going hither.)

    So, despite my best attempts to thrash out some clues as to my journal’s whereabouts, I really just do not know where it might be. Yes, for once, I – Lord Likely, Aristocratic Adventurer and Gentle-Man of Action – am completely and utterly bamboozled. I know – ’tis shocking, is it not?

    For that very reason, I have decided to turn to YOU – my loyal readers and fantastic followers – to help me locate this critically important book!

    If any of you have any suggestions as to where my journal may be, or if you think you have seen it, or have pictorial evidence of it’s current whereabouts, then please do let me know. Either leave a comment below, or send an electronic missive to:  hislordship@lordlikely.com

    The person who’s suggestion either leads me to recover my journal, or the one which I declare to be the most imaginative/witty/arousing of all, will win an actual PRIZE – your very own brand-new journal, into which you can chronicle your own astonishing adventures!

    As if that was not thrilling enough, I shall also personally sign the journal with my own noble hand, thus making the prize completely unique, totally invaluable and utterly priceless!

    So hurry, my friends – help me track down my journal, lest the world be denied further astonishing adventures!

    The future of humanity’s very well-being lies in YOUR hands!

    Yours wonderfully,

    - Lord Likely.

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    Comments

    19 incredible interjections thus far.

    I have to ask, your lordship, have you looked under your topper? As a sporter of the blessed trilby, I know all too well how easy it is to place things beneath one’s hat and forget all about them. Scotch eggs, pork pies, pints of mild… they’ve all come a cropper beneath the Jeffman trilby.

    Either that or some revolutionary-minded prole has swiped it with a mind to unleashing their foul, deviant seed across its saucier pages.

    Jeffman, May 9th, 2009 at 11:42 pm

     

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    Twitted by atomicfez, May 10th, 2009 at 1:06 am

     

    Your Lordship:

    I predict your journal will be found in the last place you look for it.

    The Most Noble Nessa

    Nessa, May 10th, 2009 at 12:03 pm

     

    I must acknowledge that I have it. I found it in the public thoroughfare in Picadilly Circus under the bustle of Dorothy Mount-Worthy’s dress where, I can only assume, his Lordship must have tossed it while tossing Dorothy herself in his carriage – and shame on that worthless Botter for not collecting it for his Lordship.

    It is safely secured under my bed and provides infinite astonishing and, most importantly, arousing bedtime reading.

    I will return it safely to his Lordship soonest…well, once I’ve finished reading it – my only expectation is that his Lordship will administer a most memorable and deserved thrashing to that shameful Botter for his shortcummings.

    Cheerio

    Augusto, May 10th, 2009 at 1:50 pm

     

    Have you tried looking in Penge? I find all sorts of things turn up there. Damn those thieving Penge-erners!

    Tiggy, May 10th, 2009 at 2:40 pm

     

    Three words: Up a goat

    Picture evidence to follow…

    Scaryduck, May 11th, 2009 at 7:48 am

     

    Don’t talk to me about missing mysteries. I am sure yours will turn up – unlike mine, which hasn’t been sighted for over a year!

    Thomas Hamburger, May 11th, 2009 at 8:58 am

     

    Perhaps his Lordship lost it in a high stakes card game, that cannot be recollected due to large amounts of refreshment? Or you shagged yourself stupid and, temporarily undermined, threw it away?

    Chris Wood, May 11th, 2009 at 2:26 pm

     

    I daresay that I recently saw a journal that looked frightening similar recently in a copy of the sun tucked under the arm of some wench named J.K. Rowling. It seems unlikely that she could have managed to get it from you in a fit of passion as I suspect she plays for the other team. Anyway, she may be worth checking out but be careful — I’ve heard her name mentioned in the same breath as wizards!

    CHEERS!

    Canucklehead, May 11th, 2009 at 5:17 pm

     

    Good day, one and all!

    Mr. Jeffman, oh, good idea! I too have found many curious items lurking beneath my top hat: a glass of whisky, a roast chicken, thirteen pounds in loose change and once I even found a small, orphan boy hidden underneath it. Wonders never cease!

    Dear Nessa, good heavens – you are clearly some sort of clairvoyant!

    Augusto, hmmm, that does sound entirely plausible. I wonder what else I could have left under dear Dorothy’s dress? Maybe I should go and take a look…

    Tiggy, in Penge, you say? I don’t recall visiting Penge of late, but then again I have spent a lot of time drunk.

    Mr. Scaryduck, I am still awaiting this pictorial evidence, sir!

    Mr. Hamburger, maybe the same bounder is responsible for the theft of both our mysteries, in an attempt to deprive the world of our excellence! What a cad.

    Mr. Wood, I would not put that past me – I did, after all, once lose my entire home in a game of cards!

    Mr. Canucklehead, wizards, you say? Curiously, I did have some jottings in these journals about a story I had planned to write, about a child wizard. It was entitled ‘Hairy Plopper and the Stone of Sorcery’. It…it must just be a coincidence, surely?

    Thank you for the suggestions thus far, dear readers – keep them coming!

    Toodle-pip!

    - Lord Likely.

    Lord Likely, May 11th, 2009 at 10:26 pm

     

    May I suggest its betwixt some strumpets cleavage… then if by chance it is not, you shall still have a dam fine time finding it!

    Alex L., May 12th, 2009 at 5:01 am

     

    Perhaps it was found by a scholar of Literature, who, understanding the glorious quality of the prose has sent it to Oxford University to be studied be included in the curriculum for Classics.

    - or you could try Randy Andy’s Adult book Store.

    Lord Andrew of Goulding, May 13th, 2009 at 1:54 am

     

    Try some cleavage, if not, I shall sent you some four leaf clovers to cleave.

    I suspect a woman named Agatha might have stolen your book. She likes to write tales of egg-heads solving mysteries (like that can happen!)

    It may be a Herculean task to find the journal if she has indeed taken it. She is known to use mousetraps as weapons…

    Else I suspect that someone from Britain’s got talent used it to pummel a certain Mr Cowell.

    trauma queen, May 13th, 2009 at 8:13 am

     

    Good day, all!

    Mr. L, if I did indeed leave my journals in a lady’s cleavage, I would feel a complete tit.

    Lord Andrew, your explanation sounds entirely plausible! I often find that there is a fine line betwixt great literature and pure smut!

    Trauma Queen, hmm, your suggestion does indeed tickle the little grey cells, my dear!

    Toodle-pip!

    - Lord Likely.

    Lord Likely, May 15th, 2009 at 5:32 pm

     

    I must confess LL, I have the journal.

    I had one (of but many) of my wenches distract you, and as you got up to order yourselves another drink, I snatched it (your journal, I mean).

    You may have it back for £10,000,000 by Tuesday evening, or I go public with all the lurid details of your erotic encounters with Botter and a male prostitute.

    Toodle-pip!

    =)

    Sir Static, May 17th, 2009 at 7:57 pm

     

    Kind Sir;

    Far be it from me to suggest that your memory is failing, but I hasten to remind you that the aforementioned diary was not, in point of fact, lost at all.

    It remains precisely where you left it, and however it might disturb me that your memory of the leaving is not as sharp as mine, I will make an attempt to clear what is quite obviously a muddy recollection on your part. Being a lady, please be assured that I will not divulge those things about the evening that might be unsavory to those whose eyes pass over this missive.

    After a most delightful evening spent debauching each other, you propped up a device – which has been known to give me quite a lot of pleasure – proudly atop the diary. Upon arranging it just so, you declared to me that the things that gave me the most glee should be kept together in a place of honor near my bedside. The diary to be kept, of course, as a reminder of the decadent evening passed in your company.

    It would seem that it was not I that required such a reminder, your Lordship. As such, I shall endeavor to return the diary by post at my earliest convenience.

    It will be returned to you inside your missing left sock.

    Ever yours,
    Lady Softbreath

    Anonymous, May 18th, 2009 at 5:11 am

     

    I have checked my own cleavage repeatedly, as sometimes once is just not enough – it resembles a Black Hole down there! It has been known to devour all manner of items, as I am sure you well remember. However, aside from a couple of battered half-sovereigns, a handkerchief and the remains of the pen you used to sign my capacious orbs last week, my searches have yielded nothing, which brings us back to square one.

    I am now wondering whether some rotter has re-printed the hallowed pages of your journal and decided to set up a Church of Our Lord Likely, with your very own Good Book as the code by which to live! This is, of course, a spiffing (and perhaps spaffing, too) idea, so one cannot judge too harshly. We are all your fanatical followers, after all. Regardless, ‘twould be most satisfying to see Your Lordship receive the due credit for changing the lives of so many folk. (This credit can take the form of sexual favours. I hope I may claim a similar reward if I do happen to be correct.)

    Good luck tracking down the thieving scoundrel!

    Lady Catherine, May 18th, 2009 at 10:14 am

     

    I once was lost…
    …but then was found.
    Now I’m lost again…*sigh*…so don’t ask me!

    However, if I were you, I’d start checking alllll cleavages toot sweet! ( . Y . )

    Olga, the Traveling Bra, May 18th, 2009 at 2:47 pm

     

    Good day, all!

    Sir Static, Ha! Unfortunately for you, good sir, I saw through your ruse and your wenches rather flimsy disguises (’twas the beards that really gave the game away) and I am afraid to say you have nothing more than a fake journal, constructed from cheddar and string. You poor fool!

    Lady Softbreath, ah,ha! My darling, how could I have possibly forgotten such an encounter? I am glad my journal is in very safe – and very lovely – hands. Do not worry about posting it back to me, I shall come and get it myself. And the diary.

    Lady Catherine, the idea of my journals being used as the basis for a new, religious order makes me positively discharge with delight! I think this should most definitely come to pass, and I charge you with the duty of rounding up potential worshippers, possibly by merrily flaunting your godly globes.

    Olga, I hope you have since rediscovered your self, my dear! And of course I shall be checking behind every brassiere I chance upon, beginning with you!

    Toodle-pip!

    - Lord Likely./

    Lord Likely, May 27th, 2009 at 2:17 pm

     

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