Dear Mrs Maud, I thank you for teaching me how to remember the order of planets, My Very Wise Man Just Showed Us Nine Planets. I know you would have rather been actually doing science than trying to teach science to us brats, while we constantly tried to gas you by turning on bunsen burner taps. I thank you for your diligence in not allowing us to blow ourselves to smithereens. Oh yes, Mrs Maud, I did not make the rotten egg gas. It was Johnny Breit and Fats Aitken.
And I really am stretching it, now mentioning the spelling formula for Woolloomooloo for the third time. Sheep loo, cow loo.
But I am so excited as I have learnt a new aide de memoire. I just hope this one turns out to be as genuinely useful as the aforementioned.
I could test your knowledge with a quiz. I better google it as I don't trust you not to.
Does M'lord Ever Visit Brighton Beach?
This will be terribly useful to me when I meet such people, that is when I finally gain the station to which I am best suited. I will know the precise amount of deference to show when I need to fawn.
In descending order of importance, Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, Baron, Baronet.
What a pity I can't remember the proper name for these aids de memoire.
Later edit: Why did I need to know about this? I was interested because of the Pippa Middleton Paris photo where someone in the car she was in showed a gun. In the car was Vicomte Marcy de Soultrait, a viscount, who may or may not be the boyfriend of the sister of the Duchess of Cambridge. Isn't it good that I get life's priorities right.