Dastardly Willy

Last week, my hair was a little unkempt after challenging a Whig to a duel, and so a visit to my good friend Dastardly Willy was in order. He does the finest coiffure in the West of England.

Here is a photograph of the old chap.

Dastardly Willy

I am pleased to report that his genius with a pair of scissors meant that I came out of his back street emporium with my head held high and in pristeen condition. I therefore decided to head towards the seedy end of town for a crafty ale and a spot of high jinx at the cabaret before returning to The Club.

However, on my way I was accosted by a dandy chap with a pair of pink pantaloons and a mask on. He threatened to knock my top hat off and scratch my monocle if I did not give him a sovereign. I considered laughing at his camp manner, but I was too affronted by his nerve in accosting a member of the English aristocracy. I said as much and then something quite extraordinary happened. The dandy chap proceeded to remove his mask and I was flabbergasted to see that it was my old mucker Dastardly Willy.

“Sorry old bean,” Dastardly said, “but I did not realise it was you. I must have had too much brandy for breakfast and your face was somewhat a blur.”

Dastardly went onto explain that styling hair no longer holds the fascination it once did and so in his spare time he likes nothing better than to burgle his way through the backstreets of Bath. Well it sounded like an awful lot of fun but I declined to become his assistant as I had the pressing matter of an ale and the cabaret to attend to.

2 Comments

  1. Madam Steele said,

    April 4, 2007 at 8:31 pm

    Lord Daft,

    I am grateful that you responded to request, and I do apologize if my speaking of the ‘Queen’s English’ seems quite strange to you^^. Also, I was slightly aghast that you seem to deem me responsible for your tea. After all, just because George Hewes thought he should destroy a perfectly good batch of tea, doesn’t mean I’d do the same.

    Thank you for your time, kind Lord.

  2. Lord William Daft said,

    April 5, 2007 at 8:56 am

    My dear Madam

    I am glad to hear that you treat tea with the utmost respect.

    My days would be bereft of joy without my afternoon tea. I do enjoy sitting on my patio sipping the perfect cup and watching my tenants toil the fields.

    Yours
    Lord Daft

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