So, I’m sitting here about to rip the roots out of the Bullpen blog and begin the new facelift – no point in putting it off you KNOW Blogger will make me change it sooner or later – and I’m trying to get get toasty on Mulled Chaucer’s label Mead which is actually quite passable after the 1st few swigs- I’m thinking it must have been REALLY cold in the middle ages . . . and I am also thinking how sick I am of people. I got one vendor who processed my order for 4×4 film, and then takes 14 days to tell me the film is out of stock, and even that was after I tossed the word ‘fraud’ in the air to see what would happen. I have another vendor who sent me a book where half the pages had been used as a coloring book. And the denizens of the Bibliogroup are so monumentally bored, they are swatting at each other like too many cats in a cage. Is it an end of the year thing? or a seasonal affective disorder thing? maybe it’s in the water, whatdoyou think – think the Gov’t is putting stupid sauce in the water? and extra special sauce at that.

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1170 – St Thomas à Becket, the 40th archbishop of Canterbury, was murdered in his own cathedral by four knights acting on Henry II’s orders.
1662 – Samuel Pepys wrote in his diary :”This day my oaths of drinking wine and going to plays are out, and so I do resolve to take a liberty to-day, and then to fall to them again. To the King’s Theatre, where we saw Midsummer’s Night’s Dream, which I had never seen before, nor shall ever again, for it is the most insipid ridiculous play that ever I saw in my life. I saw, I confess, some good dancing and some handsome women, which was all my pleasure.”

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