Lady Bracknell

I discovered a lovely weblog today called The perorations of Lady Bracknell (link at end of this post). The blog is "The collected opinions of an august and aristocratic personage who, despite her body having succumbed to the ravages of time, yet retains the keen intellect, mordant wit and utter want of tact for which she was so universally lauded in her younger days."

I would imagine her age to be roughly mine, that is 105 (or is it 150, I forget?), from posts such as the following:

"For the benefit of Mr Kite

Lady Bracknell makes no pretence to be young. She has no time either for women who coyly refuse to reveal their true age or for the modern obsession with youth and beauty. Nevertheless, she is occasionally brought short by the realisation of just how much younger than her some of her friends and acquaintances are.
For example, it came as something of a shock to her at a committee meeting last week to realise that there are persons in their thirties for whom Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band is such ancient history that it is entirely outwith their frame of cultural reference."
Although I cannot claim to be an august personage, I can certainly identify with Lady B’s self-characterisation: "She is no longer young and, being prey to a variety of ailments, her stamina is not equal to the demands of a busy weekend on top of whatever else she has been engaged in during the week."

Link: The Perorations of Lady Bracknell.