Friday, 22 January 2010

Friday, 22nd January 1873- Stricken

Dear Reader,

I am terribly ill. My eyes feel heavy, my nose is twitchy, and I keep nodding off. My Ladies Maid kindly suggested it might be that I was simply tired, but after I repeatedly beat her with my umbrella, she saw sense and agreed that it was definetly-


Thats right! For weeks now, speculation has suggested that Britains will be struck down by a truly deadly diease. They are calling it peacock 'flu, and I'm sure that it will strike down AT LEAST 3 people. I myself must now retire to bed to wait out this dreaded illness.

On a lighter note, the lurgi HAS killed 18 million poor people. Hip hip hoorah for Britain!

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