It’s the best sort.





This lovely lady is Amy Hunter, whose wooden spoon Servitor has been privileged to have felt on several occasions (and I can confidently say I failed to take it like a man’ on any one of them).

It’s the best sort.





This lovely lady is Amy Hunter, whose wooden spoon Servitor has been privileged to have felt on several occasions (and I can confidently say I failed to take it like a man’ on any one of them).

Just don’t. And the easiest way to avoid doing so by accident is just not to speak at all in her presence, unless in response to a direct question.






The elegant and fabulous Mistress Eleise, looking fabulously elegant. Fans of this elegantly fabulous look just might want to take a furtive look here, although of course you certainly did not hear that from me.
… as long as she likes, whether behaviour improves or not, quite frankly.






So here’s some made-up nonsense instead. More implausible accounts from the bleeding edge of World War M. Because no woman is truly free until all men are enslaved.






Poetry (and song) day – again! They said he wouldn’t do it! They said he had no talent! They were half right.






… as it’s a lot easier than taking her punishment. Often I have to do both, of course, but I’m sure it’s in my best interests.

















And here’s Captain Sensible performing ‘Wot’ on French TV, because pourquoi pas?

So don’t argue.






Hot hot hot!
Well, unless you’re in, I dunno, Svalbard or somewhere… New Zealand, maybe. But here in the UK it’s a hot, hot bank holiday (that’s a holiday in which everyone in the country dons a bowler hat and we all play at being bankers – it’s heaps of fun), so I thought a little ex tempore, al fresco and pudendo pessimus post, featuring sunny days, might be in order.
Male readers: if you are in the UK, bear in mind that temperatures are expected to reach 34 C, so if you’re not fully employed in vigorously fanning or bringing iced drinks to members of the superior sex, do make sure you’re wrapped up snugly with a padded latex hood and locked away in some stifling, airless box full of mosquitoes so you have a thoroughly miserable time, you worthless excuse for a human being.





