Before Lord Bassington-Bassington’s lecture about H.P. Lovecraft to a group of youthful Goths last night, His Lordship expressed some fears about associating with such young people. What if they used a rude language, played loud music or even - wore hats indoors?!
For a sense of security, Lord Bassington-Bassington brought along his bamboo-handled umbrella, to whack the youngsters if things got out of hand.
So imagine his disappointment when it turned out that the most shocking behaviour on this otherwise civilized night was perpetrated not by some young person with piercings or, but someone old enough to know better: One of the subjects of the lecture itself.
Great Chtulhu is aeons old and should certainly know better than to drink, smoke and cavort with human females. Such behaviour is simply intolerable.
Cthulhu is hereby grounded, and has to look after the Lovecraftian section of the library here at Bassington Manor.
(Thanks to Mr. Yngve Farmen for capturing the shocking scenes on his mobile camera).