Weirdaze

Dear Diary,

"Hannibal" stopped by needing somewhere to stay, on the flex. Seeing as he hath taken a plethora of dice from the house when staying at mine in the past, I had to say no. I did however share my precious few beers with them. 'Tis of no consequence. The inevitable guilt-trip I was sent on had no effect finally.

Uncle called up. I saw him yesterday, once cast out of the gig. I was in bad humour. Today I am feeling better, if only slightly. Reading Marlowe's masterpieces helps. I intend to record a recitation of his works for posterity. It wasn't until Larry had asked me to do so, that I realised how much recieved pronunciation lent itself well to reciting literature. Though I were born up-north, I sport the voice of a well-educated eloquent southerner. Aye. Not so sad, but true.

Maximus.