Sunday, 16 March 2014

To dare utter the truth means a broken nose (in this neighbourhood)

Dear Diary,

It's been a while, much has happened. I confronted Gung Fu about the missing house-key he stole (after tearing off my letterbox, breaking in and stealing it). Ronulus caught him hovering by the door to see if I was in, waiting for a moment to break in again. I explained this to him. For my trouble I was promptly knocked to the floor, in a pool of my own blood. It's okay, I have friends in places, sacred spaces, authority, the rule of Law, truth and light. They took care of everything, just as the heavenly father takes care of me. Ronulus was about as much use as a spare knob in brothel. He simply rolled to the floor as did I.

In other news, I made it through my archaeology paper, which was incredibly arduous, as much as it was interesting. I might well pass.

Now, now is the time to learn Latin. God I love it so much. It is as though I am flaying myself with a bull-whip of knowledge. I really love Classical Culture so very much. Pliny, Vergil, Seneca.

This weekend was nice, a great gig, plenty of sunshine. Well, duty calls, back to the grind. Marvellous.

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