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Aug. 13th, 2003 04:41 pmMeh. All of a sudden a horrible hearing where I am (as proxy for my client and instructing solicitor) going to be told off, has appeared in the diary for Monday and there are three files to read. With this going on the last thing I needed was to be hit by win32.blaster, though I accept it was my own fault in letting various bits of updating slip...
Currently re-reading Stephen Runciman's Fall of Constantinopole. Anyone who is of the opinion that reasonably heavyweight academic history has to be dull, a group that includes not a few historians, is advised to take a long hard look at Runciman's many and varied works.
The sister of one of my best friends married his nephew, or something of the sort. Sir Stephen, of course, "never married". Or, to use another euphemism which I rather like and I hope no one finds offensive, was a very good friend of Dorothy's.
For some reason, both of those euphemisms would, I think, only seem appropriate to a particular kind of gay man, the rather elegant, often but not always upper class, half-in half-out of the closet kind. Perhaps that's just me.
Currently re-reading Stephen Runciman's Fall of Constantinopole. Anyone who is of the opinion that reasonably heavyweight academic history has to be dull, a group that includes not a few historians, is advised to take a long hard look at Runciman's many and varied works.
The sister of one of my best friends married his nephew, or something of the sort. Sir Stephen, of course, "never married". Or, to use another euphemism which I rather like and I hope no one finds offensive, was a very good friend of Dorothy's.
For some reason, both of those euphemisms would, I think, only seem appropriate to a particular kind of gay man, the rather elegant, often but not always upper class, half-in half-out of the closet kind. Perhaps that's just me.
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