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The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.

Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?

A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.

f**kyeahhistorycrushes: Beau Brummell | 7th June 1778 - 30th March 1840 Born with the frumpy name of George and even more appalling middle name of Bryan, Brummell made a name for himself by becoming the most fashionable fashonista possible. He revolutionised men’s fashion with his singluarly elegant style that eschewed powder, wigs and hose for trousers, neatly coiffed hair and - his secret weapon - an impeccably starched cravat. He was pally with the Prince Regent and didn’t care much for studying (despite attending both Eaton and Oxford) or the army. He was the go-to guy for fashion advice, and what he said, went. Georgian Rumor Mill has it that he made the Prince cry when he didn’t agree with the cut of his new coat. His principle achievements were: Spending his time at Oxford perfecting the ‘cut’ - the art of ignoring someone while being completely aware of their presence Recognising his troop in the 10th Hussars (the Prince’s own Regiment) when late by looking for the bloke with a big blue nose (true story) Replying to a snub in favour of his strolling companion by the Prince after the inevitable breakdown of their friendship by asking him loudly when the Prince was still in earshot “Pray, who was your fat friend?” Being the best toaster of cheese and bread Eton has ever seen.  Creating the Dandy. Happy Birthday, history crush!

f**kyeahhistorycrushes:

Beau Brummell | 7th June 1778 - 30th March 1840

Born with the frumpy name of George and even more appalling middle name of Bryan, Brummell made a name for himself by becoming the most fashionable fashonista possible. He revolutionised men’s fashion with his singluarly elegant style that eschewed powder, wigs and hose for trousers, neatly coiffed hair and - his secret weapon - an impeccably starched cravat.

He was pally with the Prince Regent and didn’t care much for studying (despite attending both Eaton and Oxford) or the army. He was the go-to guy for fashion advice, and what he said, went. Georgian Rumor Mill has it that he made the Prince cry when he didn’t agree with the cut of his new coat.

His principle achievements were:

  • Spending his time at Oxford perfecting the ‘cut’ - the art of ignoring someone while being completely aware of their presence
  • Recognising his troop in the 10th Hussars (the Prince’s own Regiment) when late by looking for the bloke with a big blue nose (true story)
  • Replying to a snub in favour of his strolling companion by the Prince after the inevitable breakdown of their friendship by asking him loudly when the Prince was still in earshot “Pray, who was your fat friend?”
  • Being the best toaster of cheese and bread Eton has ever seen. 
  • Creating the Dandy.

Happy Birthday, history crush!

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zoomar: He hurled it at the foppish lieutenant. 

zoomar:

He hurled it at the foppish lieutenant. 

zoomar: “Certainly I will obey you,” said I, “you are the chief.” She says that now.

zoomar:

“Certainly I will obey you,” said I, “you are the chief.”

She says that now.

wizardbuysahat:

Mr.B The Gentleman Rhymer - Songs for Acid Edward

A medley of early 90s rave classics, played on the banjolele by a terribly posh chap. What more could you ask?

“Who’s coming up for the rush?”

showmethelighter: Mr B. The Gentleman Rhymer – he was the one that got away!  I’ve seen this guy twice at Tapestry events – he does hip-hop, sorry, chap-hop tracks on a ukulele.  He was performing a full hour long show in Edinburgh at the Voodoo Rooms, but I didn’t manage to see it … so tantalising!

showmethelighter:

Mr B. The Gentleman Rhymer – he was the one that got away!  I’ve seen this guy twice at Tapestry events – he does hip-hop, sorry, chap-hop tracks on a ukulele.  He was performing a full hour long show in Edinburgh at the Voodoo Rooms, but I didn’t manage to see it … so tantalising!

velizaraptor: I cannot process this photo with my brain

velizaraptor:

I cannot process this photo with my brain

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wizardbuysahat:

Mr B the Gentleman Rhymer - The Crack Song

“They tried to make me go to rehab,
I said: ‘That sounds nice’”

“Kids don’t do drugs!”

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vanessa-miles:

Mr B The Gentleman Rhymer - Curtsey for me.

 I saw this gentleman perform in Cardiff over the Jubilee bank holiday and had an excellent time. I am definitely ‘team’ Mr B.

poboh: The Pedlars’s Visit, Thomas Creswick. English (1811 - 1869)

poboh:

The Pedlars’s Visit, Thomas Creswick. English (1811 - 1869)

"We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about."

—

Charles Kingsley (via nudewave)

The older I get, the more deeply I understand the importance of enthusiasm. I have no time for people who can’t get excited about things. I’m naturally skeptical and inclined to question my own passions, but the important thing is that those passions exist and can stand up to rational examination, not because they’re rational in themselves but because they prove that reason isn’t everything.

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