Dear Sir,
It was with the utmost excitement and anticipation that I prepared myself for the viewing of your esteemed video. After spending most of the afternoon decorating my drawing room with tapestries (depicting medieval hunting scenes), velvet cushions and pouffes I then began setting fat, waxy candles upon golden sconces. Not only positioned at the cardinal points of the compass, but also the intermediate positions (32 in total). Once the room was looking appropriate for receiving the video and I had double checked the incense (apple & elderberry) and disconnected all electrical equipment, I rushed into my dressing room and garbed myself in my finest thermal undersuit. The undersuit in question was fashioned by the respected gentleman tailors Messrs Marks and Spencer (the parents of the late Diana 'lady' Spencer, who met an untimely death at the hands of London's famous 'Jack The Ripper'). Anyway, I digress. On top of these exquisite undergarments, I chose a mantle of ivory, red and green vertically striped silk pantaloons and my very best velveteen robe, with a deep, pointed hood and coloured in a rich burgundy.
Suitably attired, I returned to the drawing room, lit the candles and incense and produced my iPad, this is a remarkable item of technological alacrity, manufactured by the sage Master A.Paul. He and his apprentices create a most wondrous plethora of machines with which one can access the 'Skynet' (the virtual world discovered by explorers Sir Arnold Swarzenegger and Professor Stevie Ray-Vaughan). Once again, I must apologise for diverting somewhat from the topic in hand!
With my environment prepared and myself covered in the most respectful sartorial garb, I felt worthy and ready to begin the highly anticipated viewing of your video. Once I had briefly visually checked all the candles, incense and tapestries, I pressed your Internet hyperlink with much haste and excitement!
But Sir, what is this blasphemy!? Upon my request the worthy and robust cinematograph 'You Tube' offended my eye with the deplorable legend:
"could not load movie"
("ok")
Well, Sir. You may, if you are blessed with any goodness or humility, understand my desolation and disappointment. And it is with a heavy heart that I tell you of this occurrence. I hope that once day you may find some redemption and finally peace, even if it must be in death.
Dear Sir,
It was with the utmost excitement and anticipation that I prepared myself for the viewing of your esteemed video. After spending most of the afternoon decorating my drawing room with tapestries (depicting medieval hunting scenes), velvet cushions and pouffes I then began setting fat, waxy candles upon golden sconces. Not only positioned at the cardinal points of the compass, but also the intermediate positions (32 in total). Once the room was looking appropriate for receiving the video and I had double checked the incense (apple & elderberry) and disconnected all electrical equipment, I rushed into my dressing room and garbed myself in my finest thermal undersuit. The undersuit in question was fashioned by the respected gentleman tailors Messrs Marks and Spencer (the parents of the late Diana 'lady' Spencer, who met an untimely death at the hands of London's famous 'Jack The Ripper'). Anyway, I digress. On top of these exquisite undergarments, I chose a mantle of ivory, red and green vertically striped silk pantaloons and my very best velveteen robe, with a deep, pointed hood and coloured in a rich burgundy.
Suitably attired, I returned to the drawing room, lit the candles and incense and produced my iPad, this is a remarkable item of technological alacrity, manufactured by the sage Master A.Paul. He and his apprentices create a most wondrous plethora of machines with which one can access the 'Skynet' (the virtual world discovered by explorers Sir Arnold Swarzenegger and Professor Stevie Ray-Vaughan). Once again, I must apologise for diverting somewhat from the topic in hand!
With my environment prepared and myself covered in the most respectful sartorial garb, I felt worthy and ready to begin the highly anticipated viewing of your video. Once I had briefly visually checked all the candles, incense and tapestries, I pressed your Internet hyperlink with much haste and excitement!
But Sir, what is this blasphemy!? Upon my request the worthy and robust cinematograph 'You Tube' offended my eye with the deplorable legend:
"could not load movie"
("ok")
Well, Sir. You may, if you are blessed with any goodness or humility, understand my desolation and disappointment. And it is with a heavy heart that I tell you of this occurrence. I hope that once day you may find some redemption and finally peace, even if it must be in death.
My sincere condolences.