The Astonishing Adventures of
Aristocratic Adventurer and Gentle-man of Action
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Friday, May 11th, 2007
May, 1856
Oh, the agony.
My poor, noble noggin feels like it has been viciously pummeled by a drunken boxer this morning.
Inspector Albert Spunkleford had organised a massive banquet for me, in recognition of my tireless work in solving the riddle of the runaway Romanov, and thereby saving the entire world. I daresay he was also still [...]
Tags: Albert Spunkleford, banquet, botter, Count and Countess des Pantalons, drunk, Hungwell Hall, Prince of Norfolk
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Tuesday, May 8th, 2007
April, 1856
It was a good half an hour or so before the police, led in earnest by Inspector Albert Spunkleford, finally arrived on the scene. Two of the officers immediately set about untying Romanov from the chair upon which we had imprisoned him, while Spunkleford hastened over to Botter, who was busily tending to my [...]
Tags: Albert Spunkleford, botter, complaint, conclusion, Ivan Romanov, poster, wanted
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Tuesday, April 10th, 2007
April, 1856
“Miss Eileen Nipples, deceased. Death by choking, by all accounts,” said Inspector Spunkleford as Botter and I arrived at the crime scene, a dingy alley just off of Stenchfurst Road.
“How can you die joking?” queried Botter, mishearing the good Inspector. I hit my servant sharply in the gut with my cane.
“Please, do go on, [...]
Tags: Albert Spunkleford, botter, fugitives, Miss Eileen Nipples, murder
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Thursday, March 29th, 2007
March, 1856.
Botter and I took a carriage to London Town, eager to get our teeth into another exciting adventure.
Well, I was eager, at any rate. Botter complained about the whole affair, until I silenced him by hitting his testicles with a pipe.
Unlike our carriage ride in our last adventure, this journey passed by without incident. [...]
Tags: Albert Spunkleford, carriage ride, Miss Eileen Nipples, urine
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Thursday, March 1st, 2007
2nd March 1856 (or thereabouts)
Now, where was I?
Ah, yes, heading to London Town to track down my would-be assassin.
Well, having gathered our senses after our drunken debacle, Botter and I recommenced our journey. However, after a few hours of aimless wandering, we soon came to the inevitable conclusion that we were lost.
“We are lost, Botter”, [...]
Tags: Albert Spunkleford, beggars, foul stenches, urine
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Lord Likely was a renowned member of the English aristocracy in the Victorian era. Tales of his exhilarating, enthralling and highly erotic exploits were legendary, but only now have his own, personal diaries resurfaced (found in a branch of Help the Aged in Swindon), shedding light on the life of this extraordinary eccentric.
Warning: these journals contain material that some people may find terribly offensive, or incredibly arousing
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