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
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THE TOWN CRIER
Monday, November 8th, 2010
Day One of Lord Likely’s Movember Fund-Raising Event – A Moustache A Day For Twenty-Two Days!
Monday, June 14th, 2010
The second (and concluding) chapter of Botter’s Astonishing Adventure sees his lordship’s man-servant pitted against two unscrupulous thieves…
Tuesday, March 2nd, 2010
The first chapter of a THRILLING new adventure, co-written by our SPECIAL GUEST Mr. Darren Craske. Huzzah!
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Friday, January 29th, 2010
HOUR THIRTEEN! And Likely finally gets into the gala ball, but finds his drink order curiously delayed…
Thursday, January 28th, 2010
HOUR TWELVE, and as we reach the half-way point, Likely finds himself having trouble getting into a party…
Sunday, November 2nd, 2008
September, 1857. So there we were: Lord Loathsome, murderous villain and knob-end of the highest order, and myself – Lord Likely, Aristocratic Adventurer and all-round ruddy fantastic fellow indeed, facing off against one another in the bell-tower of my old school, St. Bumthrusty’s. Loathsome, being the utterly indefensible weasel that he is, had already gotten […]
Tuesday, September 9th, 2008
September, 1857. Just as I was contemplating the possibility that my wretched man-servant, Botter, might be out to kill me, a hansom cab drew up beside us and out hopped the bastard in question. “Milord!” beamed Botter. “I have something for you!” Then, to my utter astonishment, Botter placed his hand into his inside coat-pocket, […]
Monday, September 1st, 2008
September the First, 1857. It was a typical, completely unremarkable after-noon in London Town; carriages clattered noisily up and down the cobbled roads, smartly-dressed gentlemen doffed their hats as pretty ladies glided past them, cheeky cockney urchins weaved in and out of crowds, laughing and screaming as they did, while high above their heads Big […]
Monday, April 28th, 2008
April, 1857. “So, you must be Mr. The Beast,” I said calmly, as the slavering beast advanced upon me. “I don’t suppose you would care for a cup of tea, or something?” “Grrrrrarrrgggh!” said the beast. “Grrrrarrrgggh?” I repeated. “Good heavens, your diction is really quite awful. Now listen here, old chap, you’ve been rather […]
Saturday, March 29th, 2008
or Lord Likely is One: The Final Chapter. March, 1857. Having been left a homeless wretch, caked in vomit and piss and with my natural sense of style and grace rent asunder, I was naturally more than a little displeased with those vagrant swines who had placed me in such a position. In fact, it […]
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.
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