Deluded

Dear Diary,

I awoke to a loud hammering sound, next door are having their windows re-fitted. I decided to get out of the house. Bad move. I went to Uncle's flat. I now realise this man is completely insane. He has totally lost touch with reality. We discussed many things. Uncle believes the human race descends from cockroaches and ants. That the speed of light is zero. Also that people are trying to assassinate him. My response is that I have been shot at three times in my life, and that if somebody was trying to shoot him, he would see it, feel it, hear the report. I tried to explain that we descend from apes and not insects, citing geneological evidence (we're studying DNA at Uni' currently). I didn't bother explaining the speed of light being variable. Like so many ignorant peons today, he is blind: an anti-educationalist.

To cure his alcoholism Uncle decided to buy some booze. We're listening to "Nowhere Man" on Rubber Soul. The irony doesn't escape me.

I am debating with myself whether or not to return to my sanctuary, my home. I decided against visiting my old man this week, due to a poetry meeting tomorrow, that and mine own windows being replaced, by the powers that be. (The Association).

I am not missing the Uni' blogland and FaceBook. I am autonomous now. Free.

These passed few days jamming with Gulliver have been so enjoyable. We went for a walk to an ancient hill-fort yesterday. I love history. The remains of a temple to Minerva was interesting. We stopped at patches of wild-flowers. I never knew that Gulliver had such knowledge of flora. I am considering attending a Bluegrass festival or two this summer. Rain or shine. It will be nice to rub shoulders with some other old-timey players.

Now I must nurse my hangover by taking another delve into inevitable dipsomania. Aye. We must drink deep of what remains...

Maximus.

Post-Script: It's worse than I suspected. Uncle is deluded to the point of thinking that the Russian premiere is "a nice bloke who likes to have a laugh and a joke. He's ecologist, egalitarian, he cares about organic produce, self-sustaining energy renewal." Uncle is so far removed from reality. He has never met V.P. and supposes he is some kind of caring conservationist. I am failing to see just how he justifies these 'facts'.