Last week was a terrible week for me. I had trouble with my web site and I was feeling under the weather all week. I just couldn't get it together. But I'm feeling back on my feet this week and I'm trying to get the hang on my new web site, so hopefully this week I will do better with my blogging. I did miss my contest deadline―dangit!
I pulled this entry straight from a January 1811 calendar I received from a member on a yahoo writing group list I belong to:
Mr. Bradley begs leave to inform the Nobility and Public in general, that he has arrived in London, intends to remain two months, and has taken an elegant apartment at No. 50, Piccadilly (Private door in Sackville Street) where he will feel highly honored by the patronage of a generous public, and flatters himself it will not be thought vanity when he asserts that they will be gratified with the sight on one of the most extraordinary phenomena of nature; being 18 years of age, measures nearly 8 feet, and weighs 26 stone; has had the honor of being introduced to their Majesties and Royal Family, and was most graciously received. Admittance 1s. Open from ten till seven.
This leaves a lot to the imagination. What exactly do you think he had to view? How many people do you think clamored to be the first in line? I'm not certain it would have been Nobility...but then again neither would they probably be the first in line to stuff their head through a horse's collar, trying to wrench their features into the worst garbled disfigured mug possible. This game was called the Grinning Match.
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