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.
Gentlemen, raise your glasses, we drink to the end of the old year and the beginning of the new.
What better way to see in the new year than a couple of chaps with their shared liquor and waistcoats and fantastic hats. This one has the faint outline of a photograph frame marked into the print, how nice to think it was so cherished.