All About Lord Edrington
NAME: Major Alexander Edrington. But it would be best to call
> LIVING ARRANGEMENT: On Duty: Private tent, well appointed,
do, batching it with a mere ten aides-de-camp plus my groom and
private chef. My Indian Manservant sleeps across my door. Sterling
chap. Found him in India, terribly loyal, the old feudal spirit
dead yet, what? Off Duty: A rather goodish sort of pile of marble
and bricks on several thousand acres. It's cozy...just me, mamah,
sister and a few hundred servants. A little bit cramped, but we
do. One does, you know. There is a war on, and so forth. Must
one's part. Tighten the belt and get on with it.
> FAVORITE PASTIME: Checking out the johnny-come-lately's in
recent Burke's Peerage, which I keep on a chain by the loo. Also,
polishing my pistol.
> FAVORITE BOOK: "My Reveries On the Art of War"
by Marshall De Saxe
> THE BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD IS: Seeing my men in perfect
formation marching away from yet another victory against impossible
odds with nary a stain on their trousers.
> THE WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD IS: Knowing I am expected
the entire French Republican Army with only a Beaujolais-swilling,
bloodthirsty nutter of a Frog; a horny young Lieutenant; and a
panicky bit of Blonde Crumpet to hand. (Luckily, since I am, well,
not to put too fine a point on it--ME--it was no big whup. I mean
> FAVORITE SMELLS: 75 year old Cognac, silk sheets just brought
that day by the chambermaid after a good airing, the life-giving
morning cup of coffee that my valet brings me each morning, and
light scent of lemon verbena wafting upwards from Lady
Beverly's..well, one does not bandy a woman's name, does one?
all the thing, I assure you.
> WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK WHEN YOU WAKE IN THE MORNING:
That Karen creature sure hogs the covers.
> BATTLE: SCARY OR EXCITING: Neither. It is a intellectual
be solved, as in a good match of chess. One gets neither scared
excited. It just wouldn't do. Not at all the thing. Unseemly.
> FAVORITE FOODS: Saddle of Venison a la Truffe, sherry trifle,
parsleyed new potatoes, and minted peas.
> CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA: Vanilla. Chocolate is so....dark.
> STORMS, COOL OR SCARY: Storms? It does not storm at Edrington
Manor. It simply precipitates excessively, providing some slight
inconvenience to those who might be discommoded due to a more
mode of living or travel. One expects a bit of heavy weather now
> FAVORITE DRINK: Chateau Petrus, 1742.
> IF YOU COULD CHANGE ANYTHING ABOUT THE WORLD, WHAT WOULD
IT BE: I
wish these red jackets breathed a little more.
> IF YOU COULD CHANGE ANYTHING ABOUT YOURSELF, WHAT WOULD IT
> HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE: One does, you know, fall in love
suppose. But not today.
> IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL: It's hard to tell when
shaped like a snifter.
> WHAT'S IN YOUR ANXIETY CLOSET: Ring Around the Collar.
> WHAT'S YOUR LOFTIEST DREAM: To serve His Majesty well and
men home both alive and immaculate.
> WHAT'S YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE: Having to shoot my horse to
from falling into the hands of the French.
> WHAT DO YOU WISH PEOPLE KNEW ABOUT YOU THAT YOU FEEL THEY
That I'm quite a funny chap once you get to know me, and not really
SUCH a snob. It's the voice, you see. Well, that and the smirk.
I'd really like to be one of the lads, maybe hit a pub, play some
cards, get involved in one of those good brouhaha's between the
chaps and the Naval chaps, break a few tables, do the odd spot
wenching and carousing and needlepoint, maybe a bit of tatting
even embroidery...ah well, who I am I kidding? Right. Push on,