The Astonishing Adventures of
Aristocratic Adventurer and Gentle-man of Action
"A journal so exciting, I fear I soiled myself no less than fourteen times."
THE DAILY NEWS SHEET
"Utterly wonderful. Upon reading Lord Likely's diaries, I went out and set fire to a homeless wretch to celebrate."
THE LONDON LOOKER
"I ejaculated so hard, my library had to be closed off for an entire week."
LORD FISHSTICK'S NEWSPAPER
"Everyone should buy a copy of these diaries, then have sex with them."
THE ILLUSTRATED JOURNAL OF NEWS
"Hear ye, hear ye, Lord Likely is fucking ace!"
THE TOWN CRIER
Friday, January 29th, 2010
HOUR…SOMETHING OR OTHER! And Likely learns what happened to his lost time…
Tags: 24, Anti-Hat League, bomb, bomb-hat, booze, drink, drunk, Felicity Boondoggles, fiction, hat, humour, Lord Likely, parody, Sir Rhubarb Muddick, sloshed, urination, Victorian, webfic, weblit
Posted in One Score and Four | 1 Comment »
Friday, January 29th, 2010
HOUR FIFTEEN, and Likely FINALLY gets a drink.
Tags: 24, Anti-Hat League, booze, fiction, humour, Lord Liekly, Mr Spitts, Mr Swallows, parody, party, Victorian, weblit, wine
Posted in One Score and Four | 2 Comments »
Monday, December 21st, 2009
Lord Likely falls for the Ghost of Christmas Past, while Mr. Scrooge’s very soul still hangs in the balance…
Tags: booze, botter, Christmas, Ebenezer Scrooge, ectoplasm, fiction, Ghost of Christmas Future, Ghost of Christmas Past, Ghost of Christmas Present, humour, intercourse, Lord Likely, party, Victorian
Posted in A Christmas Carry On | 7 Comments »
Wednesday, October 29th, 2008
September, 1857.
I could not believe that my arch-enemy, Harold Loathsome, had chosen to hold our final showdown in a bell-tower. It just seemed so very cliched. Honestly, I had expected more from him. Maybe it was time I found a better class of nemesis.
And so it was rather begrudgingly that I hauled myself up the [...]
Tags: booze, botter, Doctor Corkscrews, ectoplasm, fiction, Harold Loathsome, HMS Bastard, humour, Lord Likely, Mrs. Dinklesuck, St. Bumthrusty's
Posted in Likely Vs Loathsome | 9 Comments »
Tuesday, July 8th, 2008
20th June, 1857.
Hmmm, now where was I?
Ah yes. I had apparently lost my home and my entire estate to a couple of swarthy Italians in a drunken wager, and my man-servant and I were now attempting to sneak our way back into the Likely Estate via a secret tunnel, when all of a sudden something [...]
Tags: booze, botter, drunk, Harold Loathsome, hip flask, Likely Estate, Lord Eustace Likely, Lord Likely, St. Bumthrusty's, Tugger, whisky
Posted in Disaster At The Likely Estate | 15 Comments »
Sunday, March 16th, 2008
or Lord Likely is One, chapter number six.
Date unknown, 1857.
I awoke with the most awful of headaches.
I am no stranger to hangovers, of course. My hedonistic lifestyle dictates that I often wake up with a fierce, pounding headache and with little or no recollection of the previous twenty-four hours. Indeed, the entire of the 1830s [...]
Tags: amnesia, booze, drunk, Fleet Street, hangover, homeless, Lord Likely, piss
Posted in Likely Is One | 18 Comments »
Saturday, March 1st, 2008
February 24th, 1857.
Against all my better judgement, I followed the foul-smelling, cider-swigging reprobate as he led us through the twisting back-streets and alley-ways of the city. I made sure that Botter, my man-servant, kept closely behind me, lest any more ruffians leapt from the shadows and tried to bugger me six ways to the Sudan. [...]
Tags: booze, botter, Flakey Jim, homeless, Jennifer the Incredibly Freakish, Kenneth the Hat, Lord Likely, penis, scrapyard, wretches
Posted in Likely Is One | 9 Comments »
Wednesday, February 27th, 2008
February 24th, 1857.
There are few things more horrifying, more terrible, more downright cataclysmic than running out of alcohol.
The awfulness of this situation is multiplied by a factor of a million when one is supposed to be holding a magnificent ball to celebrate the one-year anniversary of one’s journals, as I had proposed. Immediate action was [...]
Tags: alcohol, anniversary, beggars, booze, botter, disgusting, Lord Likely, Mr. Timothy Tipsy, one year, party, paupers, shelves, vile
Posted in Likely Is One | 13 Comments »
Sunday, February 24th, 2008
February the Twenty-Fourth, Eighteen Fifty-Seven
Oh, dear diary! Today is a special day indeed, for it heralds the one year anniversary of our joyous union!
Can it really be twelve months since I first opened you up, took my quill firmly in my hand and thrust it betwixt your soft, creamy pages, and filled you with my [...]
Tags: balls, blogiversary, booze, botter, drunk, journals, Lord Likely, one year, party, vomit
Posted in Likely Is One | 21 Comments »
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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