Mr Tad Curmudgeonly

Mr Tad Curmudgeonly, lordly luminary of the local offices of that venerable campaigning organisation the Vert Rouge, was delighted to make acquaintance with this johnny-come-lately whelp of his sister, and waxed exceedingly loquacious under the influence of the obscure and précieuse gin with which he was plied by the fellow. Apart from looking somewhat askance at the, shall we say, semitic appearance of the surname with which his nephew had…

Upon the termination of the hustings, Mr Tad Curmudgeonly forcibly drove from his mind the notion of plebeian miscegenation, and repaired unto the Vert Rouge salon behind the Queen Anne façade, in the happy anticipation of finding therein the identical Cuban cigars and champagne cognac so relished by Sir Gerald; these to be savoured in the congenial society of clubbable cheps belonging to a social stratum sufficiently adjacent to his…

…the Stokes Croft Argos had adventitiously alighted upon the discussion then taking place between Mr Vercingetorix Bumhole and Mr Tad Curmudgeonly.

…all that he kept his counsel whilst in company, when cloistered in the temple of his own soul Mr Tad Curmudgeonly was not in the least averse to the airing of speculation. That estimable gentleman was possessed moreover of a mind that lent itself naturally to the forming of projects. Upon occasion, the speculation-airing tendencies of that identical gentleman met and exchanged proteins or protons or wotnot with the project-forming…

…The source of his discomfort was Mr Tad Curmudgeonly. Mr Tad Curmudgeonly ate away at his mind, in a way that wouldn’t have happened if his blackmailer had been someone lower down the social order, such as that upstart Vercingetorix Bumhole.

…the Ghastly Hipster tended to attract a decidedly more etiolated, not to say wanky, clientele. Bluebloods such as Mr Tad Curmudgeonly and Mr Milton Djugashvili and Sir Gerald and Lady Inhali patronised the establishment, and Mr Don Quicksotte was not infrequently to be found there, performing his imbecile and cringeworthy toy windmill boosterism amid the floating jetsam of Tarquins and Henriettas, the eschewers of the glottal stop and the cleavers…

…collectively, so objectionable masters, and supposing Mr Vercingetorix Bumhole to have found himself answering to the whim of Mr Tad Curmudgeonly alone, then he might perhaps have borne his burden with something more closely approaching equanimity. This is not to say that Mr Tad Curmudgeonly was a person whose company excited spontaneous delight and admiration in any absolute sense. He was vain, supercilious, and exasperatingly condescending towards those whom he…

An unrespectable distance behind the two lovebirds stroll their chaperones, Mr Tad Curmudgeonly and Mr Don Quicksotte, the former sneering in what we must concede to be impeccably good taste at the inane prattling of the latter. As for Mr Don Quicksotte, he today finds himself additionally burdened with the oversight of a tiny, shivering creature, a recent acquisition by La Dročerpyatova, of the persuasion which Sir Hearty Luncheon, in…

…At the bottom thereof it halted and disgorged Mr Tad Curmudgeonly, that gentleman striding thence with the vehement avowal that he was buggered if he was going to continue sharing space with his imbecile brother in law. In the front of the vehicle, Mr Rex Anusol ventured to suggest to Mr Jagtar Singh that Mr Tad Curmudgeonly was well off out of it. Behind these two gentlemen, the naugahyde plush…