posted by Jesse on Jul 21
There may well be a long-lost chapter of the League of Gentlemen Adventurers in Sweden.
Recently a team of adventurers was diving in the Baltic Sea, off the coast of Sweden, and while exploring a shipwreck, they discovered bottles of champagne that are over 200 years old. By far the oldest ever found, and, according to one estimate, worth almost $70,000 each.
Now, that is certainly an adventure, but it’s not why I believe LGA members may have been present. This is why:
The first thing they did when they got back onto the boat was to pop one open and drink it.
Mr. Ekstrom & co., today I raise my glass to you and say, Quam bene vivas refert, non quam diu. You embody the spirit of Gentleman Adventuring.
And, gentle reader, I ask you: were you on that boat, wouldn’t you have done the same?
posted by Jesse on Jul 17
It’s around 10pm, and Lee, Greg, and I are looking for a bar. Not just any bar; we’re surrounded by bars, actually, with thumping music and flashing lights, and crowds of people who look and act like they just turned 21, whether they’re in their 20s, 30s, or 40s. We are in San Diego’s Gaslamp Quarter, and we are looking for Prohibition.
We pass a nondescript doorway wedged between two nightclubs. No sign, just an address. Lee squints at it. Is that the one? No. We keep walking, past a group of eight or ten young guys, all wearing polo shirts with the collars turned up, all walking unsteadily and staring off into space with the vacant look of someone so drunk they can’t hold a coherent thought.
Another doorway. It is also flanked by unpleasantly Gaslampy bars. The frosted glass window displays the name of a law firm. This is it, Lee says. We walk past a small gate, ring a doorbell, and wait.
The door opens a crack. Nobody comes out. Lee looks around the corner. There is a man in a suit.
“Can I help you?”
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posted by Gregory on Apr 23
As some of you may have noticed, the world has (since September of last year) been experiencing a steadily worsening shortage which could very well have shaken the foundation of LGA Manor. I was shocked to find that none of the major networks had the courage to even mention this story, much less give it the full 24 hour coverage it deserved.
Perhaps they were simply trying to avoid sparking a worldwide panic, but the world deserved to know just how close to the brink it really was. I speak of course, about the shortage of Angostura bitters (fortunately the LGA Manor has a set of reserves for just these sorts of emergencies).
