No one knows what it's like to be a dustbin in Shaftesbury with hooligans. No one knows what it's like to be a dustbin in Shaftesbury with hooligans.I decided, as all Englishmen should, to read the Diaries of Samuel Pepys. And while I found his first hand account of the Great Fire of London gripping to say the least, I did also feel it was largely overshadowed by this pithy observation, dated September 18th 1666.
"Strange with what freedom and quantity I pissed this night, which I know not what to impute to but my oysters, unless the coldness of the night should cause it.."
If only My Pepys had had such a bladder on the night of the fire itself! :O
My new Sam Coupe has arrived, 20 years later than expected.
I expect to do nothing of any value with my life for at least the next 6 months thanks to this little bubba!
