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Wednesday, March 14, 2007

I had a knock on the door yesterday afternoon from a pair of very nice ladies (I don't think they were lesbians, but this is Brighton so I can't be sure) inviting me to come and "live in a peaceful new world". I was tempted to tell them it would be a lot more peaceful if they hadn't knocked on my door, but I didn't. Mainly because they know where I live, and might send round a hitman from the SAS (Salvation Army Service) to rough me up.

He's the GreatestAnyhoo, they eventually agreed to leave after I reluctantly accepted the leaflet on the left, and falsely gave the impression that I might consider going to a meeting at Kingdom Hall where they plan to reveal the identity of the greatest man who ever lived (and died). As it happens I don't need to go at all, because I already know the answer. It was the Pope, two years ago. The clue was in the question.

In other news, I learnt yesterday that the phrase "To be or not to be: that is the question, whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune" is an exact anagram of "In one of the Bard's best-thought-of tragedies, our insistent hero, Hamlet, queries on two fronts about how life turns rotten."

Which is so unlikely that I actually spent five minutes checking.