BY ZEUS! I've been reading Aristotle and Sophocles 'till it's been coming out of me bum (not ears) (I knew I shouldn't have eaten that curried shish kebab) for I have chosen (Fanfares please) to write as my Final Paper : "The Tragedy in Tolkien", (roars from the crowd) and who is the Tragic Hero one asks? Yes, HE - Turin Turambar (my faithful readers will remember March 2004 post, If I were really smart, or could be bothered, I'd make a link right HERE, but you can just click over there --------> ).

ME AND THE GOOD LADY celebrated one year together, March 16th (which also by the way is my big bruv's birthday), in a hot tub with a bottle of Spanish bubbly, followed by hot gratuitous sex.

YOU MAY DEDUCE from the first paragraph that I'm back at PUC after an absence of half a year. Lots of reading to do this term. Apart from the stuff I'm reading for researching the final paper, obligatory reading is Edith Wharton's "The Age of Innocence", beautifully written, but excruciatingly boring descriptions of New York's "society" of the late 19th Century; there are some wonderful pie-in-the-face ironies: "...an unalterable and unquestioned law of the musical world required that the German text of French operas sung by Swedish artists should be translated into Italian for the clearer understanding of English-speaking audiences."

MY LOO has a flusch (it's a German loo) problem, there always seems to be one of Churchill's (or maybe Fidell's - but I heard he gave up years ago) favourite Havanna's floating around, reluctant to depart from this world. Just thought I'd share that with you.


If God is my Witness, does He need to swear on the bible?

DYDD GWYL DEWI HAPUS!


To everyone back in The Land of My Fathers (and my mothers and grandparents too actually), and to any of the Cymraeg ex-pats all over the world and even that bunch of Argentinian Welsh in Patagonia - Feliz Dia de Santa Davi (Okay, I can't speak Spanish, but Portuguese is close enough)

I think I'll go and drink a few beers and eat raw leek to celebrate.