Went to a lecture on Roman homosexuality, accompanied by two mad classicists, one of whom is horrifically repressed, the other (you know who you are) was having a hyper day. Spent entire lecture giggling at the wonderfully detailed Warren cup


I swear the guy on top looks surprised. Played count the double entendre with Rachel. The funniest bit was the look on Harriet's face all the way through.

Had Pizza Hut on the way home. I learned that the ice cream machines don't like you playing with their handles.

I think I killed it. It sort of exploded & ice cream went everywhere.

What could I say? Except:

"Well. That was appropriate."