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18 February

Posted on February 17, 2012 by Captain P. Fawcett

Whilst passing through St Moritz I was reminded of dear old Blinky Blenkinsop's youngest sister Prunella, who if I recall correctly had attended a Swiss finishing school here some decades earlier. After an unfortunate dalliance that involved a little more than a 'how now brown cow' deportment lesson with a local ski instructor, a rarely referred to somewhat sordid episode that resulted in the birth of twins. Prunella was in the eyes of accepted society well and truly finished and returned to Cranleigh in disgrace!

St Moritz

5 May

Posted on May 05, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Excerpt from 6 April:

After a robust breakfast of salted cod and boiled eggs we meet Frodo and Lars Petter, our Sami guides. They will travel with us, equipping the endeavour with our dog teams and sleds. Six dogs per man although the somewhat tubby Blinky requires eight. Baldur, Loki, Odin, Tor, Wotan and Freya have my watch, lithe, strong, Siberian huskies that I will come to know and love and who will, without complaint literally pull me through thick and thin.

We are setting off days later than I would have hoped. There is no room for further delay. To misquote the Bard, ‘cry havoc and let slip the dogs of quest'. We are in hot pursuit of Fridtjof Nansen, the famed Norwegian explorer who intends to scupper our resolve to be the first to locate and navigate a way through the South East passage.

Applying a liberal dollop of my patent pomade as a means to maintaining a stiff upper lip regardless. I holler ‘forward', at last we're off, into the unknown.

God Speed and may the best man win. What.

C.F.

28 April

Posted on April 28, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Excerpt from 2 April:

In Norway we meet yet more members of our erstwhile mission, a diverse group of colourful characters that include amongst their ranks, a coffee planter, an amateur scientist with an interest in magnetism, an industrialist from Cape Town, an Italian playboy, the expedition's Welsh surgeon and the company's cook who incidentally is the only female team member.

Miss Bridges hails from Moscow and was until recently personal chef to the now deposed Czar. Not to forget dear Blinky. Together we are a formidable force. One that collectively intends to secure a route through the fabled South East passage.

For God and King. C.F.

30 March

Posted on March 30, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Glimmer of light. I will invite Blinky to take one of now the vacated expedition positions and although he has had limited experience with dogs, (one should disregard the occasional exercising of Lottie Smith’s spaniel ‘Digger’ on Primrose Hill) I feel he could well turn out to be an excellent musher, keeping the cove busy may help calm his addled pate and remove him from his current scrape. What? Dashed good wheeze. C.F.

21 March

Posted on March 21, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Blinky abruptly stopped in his tracks, his tirade over, he sunk his head and stared forlornly into his empty teacup. I suggested a liberal application of my patent pomade as an aid to stiffen his upper lip. He declined my offer. I then extended my hand and attempted to reassure him that all was well and with that the man upped and bolted! Rabbit exiting stage right, pursued by all and sundry! A rum do. How very queer I mused. C.F.

19 March

Posted on March 19, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Hello Blinky. Have you come alone? He rasped. I reassured the fellow that I was indeed alone. He then began to ramble on, incoherent at times, suggesting a fiendish mysterious link between my friend The Sultan, Madame Betty ‘Clairvoyant to the Nobility’, Hassan the Egyptian Magician and Doris his charlady. He ranted on about the Shifting sands of Dahab, the Divine message contained within the great Pyramid, the Riddle of the Sphinx and The League of The Eastern Star. The man was clearly deranged, it grieved me to see such a once splendid fellow reduced to this, a veritable gibbering wreck. Good Lord! C.F.

9 March

Posted on March 09, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

So it was with no little trepidation that I made my way to Piccadilly. The restaurant was packed to the gunwales with the bright young things, I espied young Blinky holed up in a corner, back to the wall as was his want. He suffered the notion that the whole world was out to get him and with that he wasn’t wrong! Here goes! C.F.

4 March

Posted on March 04, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Blinky Blenkinsop? Queer cove, I had shared Druries house with him at school. Archbeak Pratchett once described him in a school report as the kind of boy ‘Who stood on Mountain tops during thunderstorms in wet copper armour shouting 'All the Gods are buffoons'" By which he meant if there was any trouble to get in to, rest assured Blinky found it!

The rumour abounded that Blinky was once again in the proverbial mulligatawny! What Ho. C.F.

27 February

Posted on February 27, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Received a telegram from Blinky suggesting we meet for lunch at earliest opportunity. Haven’t come across the fellow since that blurred evening at Ciro’s some months back! Replied to the effect ‘Most eager. stop. 1.pm Wednesday next. stop. Criterion Brasserie. stop. Regards Fawcett. stop. Maybe he could shed some light on to the recent mysterious goings on?

12 January

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Good Lord, what a night! Cannot remember for the life of me where on earth we ended up. Vague hazy recollections of China Town, wind blown duck and rice wine. Woke up on a bench in St James park with a hangover from Hades.

With no sign of blessed Blinky. I made my way to the Cavendish Hotel where after a wash and brush up I applied oodles of my moustache wax, in a bid to present a stiff upper lip regardless. Ordering from the waiter cove a prairie oyster I reached in to my waistcoat pocket and found…

11 January

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

A most superb supper with dear Blinky consisted of larks tongues in aspic followed by jugged hare all washed done with a rather cheeky Margaux.
Went on to Ciro's in Lower Regent street, the main ballroom was awash with young fillies eager for a trot. What! Did best to oblige! Rather pleased to observe that the recent loss of three fingers to frostbite had not affected my young chums foxtrot! C.F.

7 January

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

At very long last, I have arrived in London, off to my club for supper with dear Blinky Blenkinsop and then I fancy we'll end up having a quick whirl at Ciro's before cracking open a bottle of their finest Krug. Splendid wheeze what? C.F.


29 November

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Ooty Club: God knows how the world is shrinking. Picking up a three week old telegraph I read the terribly sad news that old Blinky Blenkinsop has failed in his bid to solo the Eiger! It is rumoured he lost two of his trusted sherpas in the attempt! Terrible shame. What?

 
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