Before we begin, we should first answer the question: Who Exactly Was Lord Likely?
Not much detail about Lord Likely had been available until now, with some historians believing Lord Likely was nothing more than a Victorian-era myth, made up to terrify school-children and entertain convicts. Yet, from the recent discovery of Lord Likely's journals and other artifacts, we have been able to piece together some biographical information about the great man.
Lord Likely was a Victorian aristocrat, and son of Lord Eustace Likely, the well-respected explorer and trader, who famously introduced pornography to the tribes of deepest, darkest Africa. Eustace Likely disappeared from England not long after his son's fifteenth birthday, leaving his heir with a large country estate and the Likely fortune.
Likely Junior grew up in opulence and decadence, never needing for nothing and living a life of unparalleled luxury. However, he soon grew bored of the daily routine and the rigmarole of high society, and so on his twenty-first birthday, Lord Likely took to traveling.
Not much is known about Lord Likely between the day he left the docks at Dover, and his reappearance some twelve years later. All that can be ascertained is that Likely returned to England a wiser man, and that on his travels he also acquired his long-time companion and man-servant, Botter, as well as a curious strain of gonorrhea.
Likely remained based in England thereafter, but still frequently journeyed to foreign climes as his mood took him. It was through his love of travel, and his eagerness for adventure, that Likely became well-renowned throughout Britain and Her colonies, garnering the nick-name the 'Aristocratic Adventurer'.
Finally, these adventures can be told, right here on the super-web highway.
- Prof. Julian Syngen-Smythe.
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Julian, I was delighted to learn that you too have now embraced the wonders of the blog.
I know it's been many years since we shared a jar or two of ale, and I only have myself (and Mrs Blunt's somewhat bizarre desire to restrict my movements) to blame.
I look forward to reading your academic discourse with baited (if not rancid) breath.
Yours Truly
Bill Blunt
Bill, delighted that you stopped by, you old dog.
Keep in touch! I think another drunken weekend in the Cotswalds beckons...
- Julian.
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