i can't wait for guy fawkes day.

Remember, remember the fifth of November,

Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I see no reason why gunpowder treason

should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,'twas his intent

to blow up the King and the Parliament.

Three score barrels of powder below,

Poor old England to overthrow:

By God's providence he was catch'd

With a dark lantern and burning match.

Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.

Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

Hip hip hoorah!

A penny loaf to feed the Pope.

A farthing o' cheese to choke him.

A pint of beer to rinse it down.

A faggot of sticks to burn him.

Burn him in a tub of tar.

Burn him like a blazing star.

Burn his body from his head.

Then we'll say ol' Pope is dead.

Hip hip hoorah!

Hip hip hoorah!

bother. microeconomics again tonight. i spent an hour walking around london at night. it's rainy still so my breath forms mist. yay!

the lecturer did mention brighton in lectures today as part of an example on 'akrasia'. something about being able to deliberate both paths but showing an inherent bias in reasoning towards another (i.e. surfing in brighton vs going to a proper school i.e. lse).

but he has an interesting article about how people are akratic bums (let's use the word bohemian) but hanging around other akratic bums and being akratic is all right because it increases your self-image. i make it sound dumb but if you get a chance to read 'the revenge of akratic's anonymous' it's really quite a nice read.

i was always only human!