Frisky and Mannish were amazing, as ever. It being the finale for the School of Pop, it was a little melancholy, too. Still, The College Years is still on, and if anything it's better. Edinburgh people: go.
(Here's the trailer in case you have no idea what I'm talking about.)
Then: stargazing! It was cloudy. We saw a single Perseid. One lousy meteor. It was a bloody good one though; a big chunky one with a trail of smoke following it, looking like the shooting stars you get in cartoons. Lovely.
Thus, since astronomy was a bit of a washout, I leave you with a snippet of medieval history:
Robert Curthose, eldest son of William the Conqueror (known as
William the Bastard before 1066),
instigated his first insurrection against his father in 1077, aged about 24, when his younger brothers emptied a chamberpot over his head. Apparently they'd grown bored of playing at dice and decided that this would be a good way to liven up a dull afternoon. Yeah, and you laugh at what Harry gets up to in the tabloids these days.
Angry that William failed to punish his brothers sufficiently, Robert rode forth the next day and attempted to capture the castle at Rouen. Like you do. It didn't go well. Basically it's not a good idea to pick a fight with a man called
the Conqueror, especially not if that man is also called
the Bastard, and especially not if that man is also your dad. (Rumours that one of Duke William's other names was
Lord Will-spank-the-shit-out-of-you-when-I-ge remain unconfirmed.)
Anyway, bottom line, Robert didn't get to be King after William died. We got William II instead. On such matters as that tenth-century pisspot do the fates of empires turn.