tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-108712332009-02-21T23:25:12.935+11:00A Humble, Temporary Home For A Besotted Victorian AristocratThe Ghost Of Lord Randolph Forphington IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057820263089746153noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871233.post-1108966971490929362005-02-21T17:19:00.000+11:002005-02-21T17:23:27.363+11:00<p align="center">(<b>Scene - yet another alley way. Lord Randolph Forphington III and Alfred Douglas-Muffers, Earl of Twattington have escaped the podgy policeman Officer Blogspot.com - for now - and prepare to continue what they began hours earlier. As we approach, we can hear them once again conversing in an appropriately forceful, angry fashion...</b>)<br /><br /><img alt="an abandoned alley way" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v673/earloftwattington/alley.jpg"></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871233-110896697149092936?l=lordrandolphforphingtoniii.blogspot.com'/></div>The Ghost Of Lord Randolph Forphington IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057820263089746153noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10871233.post-1108550264730273732005-02-17T15:19:00.000+11:002005-02-16T21:37:44.733+11:00My name is Lord Randolph Forphington III and this is my humble blog.<br /><br />Please, make yourselves at home.<br /><br />My sole existence in this magical world you call The Blogosphere is due to one reason and one reason only - love. Yes, she is a magical mistress, Love - she guides me places I never imagined I would find myself and yet here I am, on some sort of "screen" and pressing lettered buttons on a "keyboard".<br /><br />All rather amazing for a Victorian era gentleman such as myself, I am sure you can imagine.<br /><br />Dearest heart's desire - if She be here, reading my clumsy words - any prose I attempt on this "blog" can never do you the justice you so richly deserve. Like all great Beauties on this earth, you are to be felt through ones heart and ones soul - not described through the inadequacies of language.<br /><br />Trying to describe you in <em>words</em> merely debases someone pure like yourself to a mortal level, something for simple men like myself to consume and comprehend as best we can. And you are far from mortal, my darling Angel. You are Heaven on Earth. You are shooting stars across the London skye. You are the smell of a fox to the moist nose of an Irish setter. You are the juiciest fruit, and you get me going.<br /><br />Yes, ye be many things to me, and I am - and can <em>only</em> be - one thing to your magical self.<br /><br />Unworthy!<br /><br /><strong>Lord Randolph Forphington III xxx</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10871233-110855026473027373?l=lordrandolphforphingtoniii.blogspot.com'/></div>The Ghost Of Lord Randolph Forphington IIIhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00057820263089746153noreply@blogger.com8