As I arrived at that... place, the little Lilliputian turned up. I offered her a sincere compliment - that she tans well. I had fallen asleep in the blazing hot sun, and was all pink. Her, being of Malay extraction, has good skin, she tans well. The moment I went inside the Lilliputian complained to her sister (the one that is banging Captain Bligh) that I had commented on her skin colour. Excuse me? This is the very same person that concocted a false story that I was a racist, when my daughter is Jewish and my best friend is from Tunisia. (Incidentally, that very same night, I was burned by two hot pans. I now have a permanent mark as a reminder of that night. The Lilliputian was revealed for what she is: a liar and a stirrer. The truth came out.). As a result I now have what one friend calls "a badge of office" - two burn marks, forever on my arm. I was thinking to myself tonight, like in that movie with Colin Farrell and Sam Rockwell, "She's a f-ing bitch." "She's not a f-ing bitch. She's just got issues." "Yeah she's got issues, called being a f-ing bitch issues!".
Now, I discover, it is not the simpleton from the village that is to be promoted, but the Lilliputian, the poisoned dwarf, aka 'The Butcher', aka 'The Baker' aka 'The Candle-stick maker'. She's a f-ing bitch, whichever way you cut it. Her name at school (remember, she is only 17) is "Ming the Merciless" Why? Because, (1) she's butt ugly, and (2) she is devoid of any feelings of compassion.
Mark my words well. If you study Latin and ancient Greek at university, especially to master's level, in Dark Age Britain, this is what happens to you. The British are nothing like the French. When the French say they'll offer you a job, they actually mean it.
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