Who the heck is Beau Brummell?

[mrsbrown]

Today at work I read this article while sitting in the lunch room with a bunch of other people. It featured this quote:'

He was something of a dandy, always sporting yellow socks. In fact, his house in Mayfair had once been the home of Beau Brummell.

I looked up, about to read it to someone and exclaim over the fact that I knew what the writer was talking about and how clever I am, when I stopped, looked at the twenty-something who's a fitness fanatic, and the 50-something who probably doesn't read the sort of books I do, and I stopped myself.

So I'm exclaiming here, and then I'm going to bed

Comments

[damned-colonial.livejournal.com]

That happens to me all the time. *sigh*

OK, lemme tell you a little story. There's a suburb of Ottawa called Orleans, and it's kinda nasty, lots of crime (by Canadian standards, which is to say, not much), etc.

So one of my co-workers described it one day (this was all on our company chatserver, btw) as "Orleans: home of the body bag".

And I made a joke about "... and cross-dressing chicks in armour, don't forget that!"

My co-worker looked at me blankly.

I said, "please tell me you know what I'm talking about."

Co-worker continued to look blank.

I said "Well, it was rather before your time, I suppose."

Co-worker said, suspiciously, "Is this one of your weird SCA things?"

Whereupon I explained to him, in small words.

Another co-worker then pointed out that the main street running through Orleans is in fact called Boulevard Jean d'Arc (or something like that).

*facepalm*

[mrsbrown.livejournal.com]

In very small words - I'm glad you explained yourself, I didn't get it at first either...

If they had a local gangster

[erudito.livejournal.com]

Would that mean he could say he was Made of Orleans?