Just watched "Rome" on BBC2 (love that show)

Best scene?

Well leaving apart the naked flesh and poor unfortunate slave girls being bound and blindfoleded and shagged - disgusting (ahem) it was without doubt Titus Pullo walking across a square, all armoured up, to negotiate with another gang leader. The other fella does the "there is no reason why we can't do business together" routine against the backdrop of massed gangs armed to the teeth ready for a fight. Titus says nothing, shakes his hand then

BAM, nuts him, forces his mouth open and - in front of this dickheads assembled thugs - bites out his tounge and spits it at them!

Now that's entertainment!

this weekend but events prevented it.

I would go out in the garden for a ciggie but it is full of bastard flying ants and children. Well our garden has Sarah in it.

I would like to stop sweating but this damn humidity wont budge! Christ do we need a big thunderstorm!

Had a nice moody picknic in Hainault forest this afternoon. By moody I mean it was warm, with a sky filled with big threatening clouds and the sound of far off (but slowly getting closer) thunder. It was fun - I like weather like that. Sarah had a great time and we managed to walk around the lake and get back to the car just as it started to rain. Perfect timing.

And I would like to lie down and go to sleep.

For a long time.

Why I keep my mouth shut when I smile (or try to)

Because when I forget - I look fucking awful.

As you will know if you have seen the picture subs put up of my boat race in her media.

Oh well.

Picnic time.

I know it's late,
I know your weary,
I know your plans,
Don't include me....

Hang on a fucking minute! That's a Bob Seger song!

Stop it right now ya Llwnt!

Anyway, what I meant to say that the lovely and festoooooned with my good wishes Meno, has asked for piccies of feet. (methinks she am a secret perve!) but it is of course for another of her wonderful competitions.

So. here are my wossnames. Try not to scream.

Yeah, I know - hobbit toes.

Yeah I know, just what you expected from me!

Well I have to live down to my reputation.

Taken in kings college chapel, by our local correspondent. Before all the greek food and booze and FILTHY laughing kicked in.