... blong?

Today I witnessed the strangest sight I have ever seen.

On the bus home was a young man, and by the Gods I do swear he was possessed by demons. He struggled wearily up the stairs, tackling each step as though it was a very mountain, and lifting his aching muscles through mind-strength alone. Eventually did he manage to sit down, but this was just the beginning of his ordeals. Oftentimes through the journey I heard him muttering to himself, and growling as if through some bitter feud with his very soul. One time did he stand up, and strip off many of his sweat-soaked clothings. I fear the motion of transport was too much for him, however, and he fell down again with the contortions of one in constant torture.

Glancing rapidly left and right, this nervous young fellow seemed of a disposition not to be molested; for were he to be so disturbed, his devilous mindperils would surely sense a danger, and he would attack the hapless molester with all the fury of Satan himself.

Verily then, this youth had a mind polluted. Polluted with the unwanted babble of a thousand screaming demons.

Either that or he was very very drunk.

Also today, I tried Branston Pickle for the first time in about three years (cheese on its own is horrible, and there were no other sauces in the cupboard) and found out that actually I rather like it. Just after this I discovered that cheeks can go crunch if you bite them hard enough.

I now have a flap of skin hanging off the inside of my cheek, and it still hurts five hours later.