His Regal Lusciousness Harpikü di Ruritanie graciously hosted a garden party on the only sunny Saturday in July, for many fortunate revellers who drank drink, wielded croquet mallets and danced little happy dances to celebrate whatever it was that the Crown Prince had in his head at the time. The identity of the partygoers remains a mystery as none of them were sober enough to remember their names, but his Coronial Blueness has a list somewhere.
This faithful subject took part as kitchen skivvy for 5 hours, then transmogrified into an oddity from Sighisoara for the remains of the day. This frightening creature drifted round the lawn like a malign spectre with a large camera, recording evidence for The Dark Prince Harpkikü
Awards were made by his Celestial Boloksiness to certain elite members of his chosen guests, who danced with joy on receiving a stuffed and mounted Unicorn, a rare vegetable in the shape of generative organs, a large castle, and a small vessel of grapejuice (fermented). Traditional Ruritanian tunes encouraged the joyful dances of gratitude, which were heartily applauded by the unluckier citizens.
To come, dear readers, is the 17th century Toxteth Park Advent Dinner, probably on Saturday 8 December, but to be confirmed. It will be splendid, and not to be missed.
