Now, I won’t say that I know the guy all that well, but we’ve been trading emails lately (I’m going into the Foreign Service, he wanted tips on it, etc.), and we found out something very interesting.
Namely, that we share a birthday. April 2, today. Along with Alec Guinness.
So here’s to you, Maegs. I shall raise a glass in your honor and plan the day when we can fence each other.
–False_God: Who has had eight vodka tonics at this point.
My docs are in good condition because of Maeglin’s advice. I got nothin’ but respect for the guy (which is independent of his skill with the upkeep of Doc Martens, and has more to do with his posts).
I’m sorry to be the one to tell everyone this, but on Saturday I’m going to slaughter him with his own sabre. I do feel kinda bad, but I need to get him back for the scar he gave me in New York this past January.
Thanks, man, you really are a scholar and a gentleman. If one of these days we are both trapped in Beirut surrounded by whirling dervishes, well, I’ll be gratified to know that you’ve got my back.
We also share a birthday with Charlemagne. Pretty cool, eh?
You are all wonderful. Except lno. I wouldn’t tarnish my sword with his base-born blood.
Yeah, you say that now. Just 'cos you nearly severed my brachial artery …
I seem to recall that I scored more hits on you, though. Of course, that’s attributable to the sixteen martinis you had the night before. That strong of a hangover will cripple even the most skilled fencer.
Mmm…not exactly me at my best. But what I lacked in skill I more than made up for in enthusiasm and sheer brutality. I should be of sounder mind this time around. And this time we will have an audience.