This afternoon to the Pompeii exhibition. Arresting, in their different ways, the carbonised loaf of bread, still showing the lines incised in the doughcrust; the dog, twisted in agony at the end of its chain. Easy to see ourselves in these people with their wineshops and cosmetics and love of pleasure.

As usual I found myself resenting Christianity, not to say the Goths. How would the world have developed if Rome had endured another five hundred years?

Number two son and I enjoyed the graffiti, in particular:

If you don’t believe in Venus, you should gaze at my girlfriend.

There is much innocent (and intelligent) fun to be had at Dr Boli’s Celebrated Magazine. Worth working backwards, because he’s no one-trick pony.

Dr Phillips (whom God preserve, of New Jersey) liked this one.

Dr Boli’s other interests are eyebrow-raising, but for those you need to go to his site & follow the links.

Look at how relaxed a tomato is in its natural environment. A human does exactly what a tomato does but the tomato is in bliss because it does not need to make things up.