... blong?

This sounds like willy but is, in fact, a different word.

Tuesday is games afternoon so, with nothing better to do, we sauntered over to Castle Park, where they have a set of fairly hardcore Roman walls. And the Romans tend to build things chunky: ---------->

(These aren't in Castle Park. They are merely chunky and Roman.)

I discovered the best wall ever. Romans weren't too good at building straight (yes, shut up, I know about the roads) so this wall angled at about 20 degrees. To make up for their lack of straightness, and with the kind of wisdom that comes with having the largest army in the known world, they decided to build it 30 foot high. It also has moss on it, and painful sticky-out bits.

... Ru threw my coat on top of it. Now, I could have gone round the other side, where there was a grass verge and you can reach the top. However, I am a gangsta, so I decided to climb. After a while my coat got blown off by the wind, but I reckon I would have got it eventually. I shall return there next week and throw something valuable of Ru's on top.

Thinking about it, the Romans were pretty awesome at walls. They had it all sorted. Pile of bricks; cement; army. What more do you need?

Anyway, on an equally wall-related note, we're getting a room built next to our bathroom, and the window makes the entire bathroom the same as the colour outside. Yesterday it was cement-coloured and today it's a fairly hideous pink. Sometime soon we should achieve white. We've got the electrics installed, so now all we need is the floor. Apparantly it takes a month for the concrete to set, but this is clearly an excuse for a tea-break, and maybe a holiday or two to boot.

As I speak, Tom's cutting his hair with a flint. It's now about two inches longer on one side than the other. He says he's being manly, and neolithic.

Hmmm.

The PGFs have decided that we're going to blend Mafia, Samurai and Hip-hop to produce the ultimate gangsta experience. We're so ghetto it's unreal. Anyone who doesn't think so is clearly a complete emu, and goes round slitting their wings and sticking their head in the sand.

I would also like to point out that it's possible to fit around 18 creme eggs in a £3.00 pick and mix cup from Woolworths, with room to spare for smarties. Original idea and testing carried out by Paul. Other than that, I have that cool kind of pasta with ham and cheese and stuff inside it now, so you will have to excuse me.