Just keep a watch from West Cliff

secutatrix and mejoff assured me on Monday that there is an Institution (similar to Freshers' Flu) called The Whitby Cold. I'm not convinced, because I've never had one before and - let's face it - owing to goth weekends, folk festivals, arbitrary daytrips and regattae, I've spent more time in Whitby than most non-residents.

However, I have a cold. It was a reasonably benign and snuffly cold until yesterday, when it decided to take up residence in my stomach. It has been extremely malign since, and frankly I'm unimpressed. Whitby may do good kippers and great fudge, but its colds are not to be trifled with.

( So, what else did you do besides catching a cold? )

The other thing to note is the new word invented:

bumular adj.

Of, or pertaining to, bums.

If you ask Davefish nicely, he may even demonstrate bumulations for you.

Oh, and Davefish: I spelt callipygian woefully badly. That's how it ought to look.

It's very rare I get the chance to sound erudite, but...

Swiped from zotz:

Opportunity to be poncy:
Grab the nearest book.
Open the book to page 23.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post the text of the sentence in your journal...
...along with these instructions.

In 367 B.C. a law had been passed that permitted any citizen to stand for election to the great offices of the state - previously a perogative of the patricians alone.

Blame spindlemere, he gave me it for my birthday :)