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Ah  this innocent little picture belies a disastrous day, I, my goodly and exceptionally handsome self, had received a  cordial invitation via the multi media of both hand crafted and collage'd card and I believe a return to the mode of, badly orientated, pigeon post, as yes it only arrived on the day in question, which actually transpired into a questionable day, and was erroneously delivered unto my neighbour, who, the cheeky blighter, did only pass on my postal property due to not apparantly fancying the shindig himself, so did decide to hand it to myself as we did collide upon the communal stairs and only because it was most convenient for himself as it saved the exertion of going to the garbage area, yes the cheeky cad did impart this truth, which threw me into turmoil as to both the legal and moral issues, due to his, surely near theft, yet apparently honesty as to the almost crime, why this was an enigma and not to be dealt with without careful consideration. Well the colourful and, I must say, thoughtfully fashioned notice was as stated an invitation to partake in the annual assemblage of the non-conventional clothing appreciation society for mavericks of unique and colourful style, of which , I was not only a honorary member, but which was to be held on the South piazza at Covent Garden who's pretty surroundings provide the backdrop in this charming picture. Well the day did dawn and yours, topped and tailed in rainbow’d garb, truly did depart with raised spirits to the once colourful and cockernee filled but still cobbled venue.   I did manoeuvre, eventually, over the said cobbled arena which did play such havoc and enforce such an ungainly gait I surely resembled a badly handled marionette but did soon forget this discomfort as I was instantly caught up in the both the contemporary and, architectural only remains of, historic atmosphere I appeared to hurtled back in time, why I could virtually smell and tangibly touch the past reality.    I could see foppish and dandified gents perambulating with parasold toffee tin type ladies with whom’s arms they were entwined all with dainty noses upturned so as to barely evidence the hoi polloi who were constantly out in force    How enchanting! see! there! the dusty coloured screevers chalking the prettiest of pictures on pavements.   Why, blush at the chesty wenches flogging floral fripperies and bonny blue ribbons for a fiscal pittance plying for patrons by singing chirrupy and inquisitive chants of  ‘who will buy my sweet red ro-o-ses, two blooms for a penny, in shrill, Dickensian inspired but musically exploited movie production, type song I could clearly see the soot laden cocknernee chimney sweeps cavorting on roof tops in synchronic song and dance ecstatic no doubt at the profiteering from, why! nought but bairns, turned barmy too, after riddling the roofy tops of London’s fairer, yet obviously not overly fair folk, who apparently didn’t give too hoots that some urchin offspring was exploited at their gain whilst their own pinkly, spangly, buffed bairns are slumbered in such sumptuous bedding, why tis a wonder they didn’t suffocate, coincidently like no doubt a number of the urchin soot shovellers.    Quick! can you see? there! the fungal toothed old hag, smelling of boiled beef and carrots with rusted mugs for porting scrounged coppers. look how the giant vermin forage merrily amok her rag-skirted and grubbed feet.  I momentarily experienced a rapid chill down my spine as there is no excuse for dentistry lack why tis not only a matter of basic personal hygiene but surely a public interest issue, one absolutely cannot go about enforcing such unfavourable facial features on unsuspecting passers by.    That personal gripe out-ed i continue, tis abominable these poor beggarly wenches should be so un-fetchingly garbed, surely they did hanker for candy striped and chiffony frocks like the Toff types and twas most dastardly that such divides did exist, but my minds eye, stop!  be gone such un-pleasantries lets have non more of such beggarly, unequal exploitation, tis history and as such a thing of the past, tis the future to which I look with the exuberance of youth and the imminent future of the promise of an entertaining mingle among other unique and colourful maverick types  Back in focus of contemporary climes I did spy a charming little trio of surely society members and ambled over to make congenial enquiries and did spend a pleasant 7 minutes in mutual admiration of each party’s unique and colourful ensemble endeavours and did then parade the streets waiting with ever watchful opticals on alert for congregating, colourful comrades which, after an eternal lapse of waited, and I had started to assume wasted, time our quartet became quite a throng as 7 more subscribers did arrive and so, with admittedly less than anticipated number of our global fellowship come together, we did retreat  to local establishment for a convivial chummy chit chat and I did proclaim my fancy for a fine beverage in the form of a frothy cupacappuccino to which all sauntered off shrieking aloud our new rousing little anthem  cupacappuccino, cupacappuccino, cupacappuccino and placed non financial, but brightly coloured button wagers, as to the speed and number of times this could be said without halt or fault once we had all partaken in a few cupsacappuccinos and off we all further trekked amidst gusty guffaws of laughter. Once ensconced in the eventually chosen establishment all appeared to be escalating amiably, well for a short time anyway, with the tone of all utter barmy utterances as follows “Quentin, those britches are so loudly patterned I can barely hear this conversation” “Huh what’s that you say old bean”  and all guffawed and rollicked except I noted old Quent  “Why  Ceecil you old rogue that’s a saucy vest you sport” and as all howled and rollicked more, I did near sport the sauce that missed my bap snack as I was infuriatingly nudged, mid infuriating sauce-bottle-bottom-necessary-nudge-manoeuvre, with uncontrollable force from the jostling jesters. “Jeeves  I always spread the word at every opportunity to say what style you bear and how immensely clever you are” “Why you do old chap that’s most generous” “Yes I tell all who’ll listen what a know it all you are,”  ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! “Harry, why the colours of your chemise are such that I dare not glance upon for more than cursory length at as they do curdle my blood which must be spared of such detrimental effect as I have to divest of a pint for the public good shortly.” “Why that’s most top-admirable old chum,  I’ve never braved the giving of any quantities myself but have inadvertently lost lots due far too many non too pleasurable bouts of fisticuffs. “LemMe why!  that bonnet! surely, whilst your are greatly admired for your bravery in the sporting of it, it is the garb of enfants, and so terrible ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! and those gumboots why tis only the fanciful confetti‘d, colourful, circular characteristics that do offer any vestige of redemption for your serious fashion faux pas” Well! yours, a tad put out and non too pleased, truly did takenot too mild offence, why this hat had travelled the, and been admired all over the, globe, why I could scare move without bashful folks glancing upon its charm from behind their shy-shield hands. Now had I been canine with hackles to rise, I fear I might have appeared quite ferocious and ready for fight but did merely retaliate with verbal attack. "Sir, my own fashion Faux pas is rendered the whitest shade of pale in comparison to your own badly cultivated bunch of offensive bristles you pass of as a decorative mouth piece to the misfortune of all whom glance upon them"..... "and as for you, you sniggering cad I said, whilst simultaneously swivelling around to his companion why! your own moustachioed misfortune of a bulky bush is both bizarrely unflattering and utterly repugnant"… I was halted midst utterance as the reply came, you!.. you!.. you impertinent clay brained baggage that’s no way to speak to a laydee, I’m highly offended and extremely perturbed and"…………. Suffice to say at this my further and I do declare finest faux pas I did make my fumbling and always at the ready excuses, of why is that the time I,m late for a further appointment, and did scarper making mental note to self to cancel my annual membership from the no longer satisfactory society.

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