Well well well. The minute I landed home I had a call from the yummiest mummy on the estate: fair Charlotte. A both beautiful and buxom burd on the estate (the "Red-Brick reservation"). Although Charlotte thinks that monogamy is some kind of tree, I still love her, dearly, despite her flagrant infidelity. She is most definitely the most sought after lady on the rather dilapidated Council estate upon which I have the unfortunate "pleasure" in which to live. I love her, she is beautiful. Alas, when she asked me to grace her house with my presence, I did so, willingly, because I love her, dearly. She is the fairest flower that ever blossomed on this most undeserving piece of real-estate. Sincerely.
Alas, she had (and I cannot fathom why except for reasons of sexual intercourse) invited the psycho "Jamie Hall" around. He has previous (kidnapping and torture) which he seemed almost proud of in this night of a living hell.
This evening at Won's Weston we had wall-to-wall dickheads come in. It was like a chimps tea-party. They were loud, uncouth, most unrefined (certainly non-Romans, and did not speak a word of ancient Greek among them - therefore to me they are but barbarians, savages, sociologists). I had to do my duty (that is to say attend to their every need) with young Thomas doing as little as possible and ordering me to go and fetch the ice-blocks from the freezer with my bare hands (my least favourite job in the whole place). In any case, I miss being able to talk about classical studies with Didier, and much as I like serenading fair Charlotte with her ... "friend" in tow (a thug, a brute, another barbarian) I feel like I could be perhaps of more service than simply entertaining this rabble. Sure, Charlotte is a lovely lady, but she cannot compare to Cassius Dio nor Jesus Christ. She is a Muse, a mere distraction from what I should seriously be getting on with: Roman history (A340). I have invited her to the staff bash tomorrow (because I wish to be seen with the prettiest lady hereabouts). I am not sure about young Jamie, who seems like "a completely unhinged anti and psychopath" (essentially a would-be sociologist, and not a historian).
In any case, I am seriously drunk at the moment, so I am afraid I must leave you all.
Do take care, God bless you and keep you, all of you.
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