It seems as though every other post I write concerns some aspect of homosexuality these days.

Particularly lesbians, for another pair intruded upon my fragile existence earlier today. Not, I am afraid, in quite such bizarre and spectacular style as the Piccadilly Two, but enough to make me think a little. I was on the bus going home, and this relatively loud, apparently quite drunk, middle-aged guy was sat on the other side of the bus, talking to two girls aged around 15 or so. "I've not got a problem with it," he kept repeating, "I've known you ages, girl A (well, he said her name, but I didn't catch it, so we'll go with 'girl A'), and I would never have guessed, but it's fine by me. Why should anyone care, eh? Why should anyone care. As long as you're happy. If my Bella [which I initially took to mean a labrador because it sounds like a dog's name] was gay, I'd be happy with it. I mean, you think grandkids and all, but if she's happy, I'm happy."

By now, I'd realised that girl A had her legs up on the knees of girl B, who was stroking girl A's jeans lovingly and generally being all cuddly and sweet. This may sound remarkably hypocritical, but I honestly didn't think it was possible for girls to be lesbian by the age of 15. I thought it only happened if they were Russian and were pretending anyway. For some reason it always seemed like lesbianism would only strike girls much later than it struck guys (well, gayness struck guys... lesbianism attracts the attention of straight ones very quickly). You live and learn. I was also vaguely amused at the drunk bloke's assertion that he'd be fine with his own daughter being queer. Judging by the amount he'd imbibed, I'd be surprised if she survived the coming-out experience.

Also, having in the past few moments had my attention drawn to a website entitled OxfordGossip, can I say what a sad indictment of the university's students this is. I was shown a couple of links relating to a certain Lincoln College reluctant (yet talented) gay icon. I don't know if the guy in question reads this verbal diarrhoea (OxfordGossip's, not mine), but if similar posts were aimed at me, I'd actually be quite shocked and upset. It just seems so, so sad that after having a look at all the recent posts on there, all that these students can do is make puerile, testosterone-fuelled insults regarding each other.

*Hour-long break in writing this to watch the end of Friends...*

As I was saying, the tiny minority of Oxford students represented by this message board should be shot, because they are exactly the arsey, ignorant shits that the university could do without.

In other news, I'm in the Cherwell, which is pleasant, and for a good reason. I'm named as the only resistance Exeter B put up against Hertford in the 5-a-side Football Cuppers last week, which isn't strictly true but I'm not going to argue.

I bought a book today entitled The Real Middle-Earth, which, according to the blurb, talks in detail about exactly the kind of magical, mythical culture drawn upon by Tolkien for his books, and which was a feature of the Dark Ages (i.e. the period I've spent the last however many terms studying. 27 tutorials with Dr Maddicott - 19 one-on-one - and counting...). The author, it appears, is a professor of Psychology who offers a course at Brighton in 'Shamanic Consciousness'. I suspect that I may, for the first time, be reading a book about the Anglo-Saxons where I have more knowledge of the period than the author. However, he's combining a lot of disciplines to research this particular aspect of Anglo-Saxon culture, and it does look rather good.