In peace...

...nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility..." - Shakespeare, Henry the fifth.

Dear Diary,

We hath been looking forward to this blessèd day for months. Henry V is Larry's favourite Shakespeare play (mine's A Midsummer Night's Dream) and today is the performance, an open air venue. "The day is bright, the sun it is warm, says I, a quiet pint wouldn't do me no harm.." (Johnny Jump Up)

Except that I was brassic, skint this morning. So I took action: I took Dirty Gurty (Gertrude the Guitar) and Saint Lillian (Spanish Guitar) out for a spin. After one and a half hours I counted the amount of silver and gold, I had exactely enough for the ticket to go and see the Shakespeare play! Precisely! To the penny! Good fortune, destiny. Lady luck smiles on me.

Larry is having a clear-out, he kindly gave me a brewing kit (enough for forty pints!). I agreed to give him half the beer I brew. He also philanthropically donated me some clothes, a printer ink cartridge, a lovely old radio, and ... the entire remaining demijohn of "the special stuff"! Moonshine. 100% proof. My cheeks are rosy-red right now, after a mere sip. Aye. Life is very, very good; in spite of having no smoke or decent amount of food (just rice, perfect: monk, samurai fare).

Alas, this day bodes to be a good one. Last night we finished our group essay. This morning before departing my happy home, I typed up my timeline of the Ancient World. I was using a different Operating System (as my 'puter has no Hardrive, I must install the o/s each time I turn the 'puter on, it installs faster than windoze boots! On average!) Anyway, my Radeon Mobility is a non-standard graphics card, so it's... a bit twitchy. Unstable. I use Puppy o/s (Linux) running via Xvesa (not Xorg). Anyway, the short end of the stick is that my upgrading to Slacko Puppy 5.3 meant I lost a lot of work before I was able to transfer the file. Bugger.

In future I will be using the old version of Puppy. I only lost everything from about 530-360 BC. I don't mind typing it in again, as it means I am memorizing important dates, which may come in useful for future exams. History.

I am watching some crap on Larry's telly. The good part is it has a wicked slide-guitar track in it. I have already imitated it, committed it to memory. On the Flex. Y'all have a good day now.

Oh! I spoke to my other student when McCormick visited, he told me of a woman we know, that we grew up with. Though the piano-player and sound-engineer (my second student) explained that he knew her well and that she fancied me. Result! I saw her this morning, I said, "You're looking well, good." She replied, "You look good to." I then sang and played like a pluming peacock. In-fact several really fit women threw money at me this morning, others simply smiled. This sea-side town is full of tail at the moment; but I still yearn for my childhood sweetheart who returned the compliment this morning. Aye. Sweet love.

Desiderata.

Maximus Fleximus.