In Which Your Humble Blogger would enjoy the additions and corrections Gentle Readers come up with, because our unmade movie is so much better than any actual movie.

In Which Your Humble Blogger really did enjoy the movie, you know.

In Which Your Humble Blogger’s clothes may be Beau Brommel-y, but that doesn’t make a fellow fully dressed.

In Which Your Humble Blogger is again out of step with popular culture, but would look great in a cassock.

In Which Your Humble Blogger is missing a paragraph about how the changes in norms are changes in the sort of people that that sort of people think they are, but I am tired and cross and haven’t time to write that out coherently, and y’all will follow it anyway, right?

In Which Your Humble Blogger is just blanking on that one you really like, you know, the funny one.

In Which Your Humble Blogger would like to state that it is my conviction that longer hair and other flamboyant affectations of appearance are nothing more than the male’s emergence from his drab camouflage into the gaudy plumage which is the birth right of his sex.

In Which Your Humble Blogger gets on the proper hobby horse, and not the one about Yorkshire coal mines in the twenties. Although, for crying out loud, people! Yorkshire! 1920s! Class struggle! Hellooooooo?