My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

It's not often, but not as uncommon as one might suspect, to find old Dirty Dick, Richard III, in the news. I must admit, I've been following the posthumous adventures of the fellow with a keen interest, ever since my visit to the Richard III museum in York, where keen but interesting folk regaled me on all matters RIII, but they were kind, I was lonely, they wanted to talk, I was happy to listen, and so, ever since, every mention has attracted my attention, and well, the return of the king - who would have expected that!

History, live. Archaelogists, Richard apologists, rejoicing. Arguments over where to re-bury him, the war of the roses stirring up again. Fabulous stuff. My history buffy self has been well satisfied.
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Hey there, Sleepy Bo Bos, remember that deliciously traumatising book you sent me on men's 70s "fashion"? Well, I'm having definite flashbacks here. My eyes, my eyes!

But what I really want to talk about is Gunpowder, Treason and Plot. You just knew I was warming up for episode two, and once I'd made sure Dell Boy was just pissy, not broked, it was time for a nice hot cup of tea, a ginger biscuit, and a sea of drool (especially re chapter three of said dvd: wha-hey).
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