After dinner I read some more of the Walford stuff on Greenwich and Bermondsey. It was hilarious! The author waxed lyrical about Bluff King Hal and Good Queen Bess. I can't see what was 'bluff' or 'good' about either of them. In fact they were paranoid, crafty, greedy and vindictive, just like their relatives. The whole family should have been shoved up against a wall and shot. The whole thing was saturated with the most revolting sentimentality. 'Alas, poor Anne Boleyn'. What's poor about her? She came from a wealthy family, and was brought up to be a scheming, manipulative bitch. She played the power game and got her fingers burned.
Around half past eight I kept nodding off, before pulling myself round at about nine. I went to bed shortly afterwards.
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