Brighouse and Leeds

So I just put salt in my cereal again this morning, but no matter! Still good.

Anyway, I've had some adventures here in the UK thus far. The first position was a trip to Leeds, following a night of Bacchanalian feasting with a gay vicar. Oh, the joy! But I've had my shares of experiences with such parties, so there's really nothing new to report. A good time, suffice it to say, was had by all and ended in the morning discussing differing comic books for children, depending on the nationality and the interests involved, so that is how the British cookie crumbles.

But back to Leeds where we went a'visiting the University. It is actually quite a nice city, Leeds is. Past the bank and the large library we went and it was indeed special, but for now there's nothing to get our hopes up except for all the young people that we did see at the University at Leeds. First, it was a brief stop at Blackwell's Bookshop, which also operates in Oxford, as my previous adventures should dictate. As soon as we walk in, a beautiful gal with brunette hair walks by and up the stairs past Benito. Oh, my! Well, that was the first sight of the beautiful ones. Then, after a quick study we raided the chapel which had been completely modernized so that the offices were all set up in there. Coming up the stairs, Benito encountered the girl of his dreams who was waiting for some meeting or another and Benito quite fancied her, but made his way into the Chapel like St. More to pray where he found a group of young people gathered around in a circle. Ah, yes, very good. Benito joined them as they said the Lord's prayer, while the rest of them gathered round the priest, who was Anglo-Catholic. 'Please join us again next week!' said the priest. And so they would, but first for some coffee and cake. Another girl with blonde hair and blue eyes questioned Benito right there and then as to how he had heard about the prayer session. 'Happy coincidence, I guess!' said Benito with a smile. Ah, yes, the winning smile. So they all retreated at that moment into another room where Dave took Benito aside and introduced himself. 'Nice to meet you!' he said and made his move on the sandwhiches. 'yum!' said all in unison. And so the cat in the hat was pronounced as the most precious book ever, especially by Annie who was an English and Music major from God only knows where, but it was not New Jersey. Perhaps the old Jersey?? Who knows, but Benito somewhat fancied her. No matter, there would be another time. Benito also thought that her friend Emily kind of fancied him, so that was how it happened. James was there as well and promised to show Benito the world!! So off they went after a hug to Annie who made her way to the library.

'What a day!' said James. Yes, and what a day it was. They passed by multiple students, all good-looking. 'Maybe I should visit again!' thought Benito, as they entered the doors to the hallowed hall called Hopewell House, and so was Benito filled with hope. 'Yes we can! Yes we can!' he began to shout at the top of his voice, scaring a religion teacher out of his corner where he had been munching on some crackers and cheese. They would meet again in the bathroom, but for now he was content to scamper. And so did James scamper off with a fine how do you do! And how do you do?! He had been a politics and religion major, so that was that. After recording when the department would meet again to discuss the possibilities, Benito headed off again. This time, in the direction of the library, as James had suggested. It was quite a nice walk, during which period Benito almost got hit seven times by scooters and the like as there were no crosswalks to speak of. Ah, well, he received a very important call after having his photo taken by a little dark-haired, puffy girl outside the library whose name he did not catch, but she was happy to answer her 'Handy'. So that was how it went, as Benito questioned yet again. And again. The inside of the library was something to see. And Mr... Hyde gave the ring in, requesting that Benito come back by Christmas. Benito was not sure of his whereabouts at Christmas, but he knew it would not be near the cathedral unfortunately. Maybe in Italy, maybe in Germany, but not in Washington, DC. Which was unfortunate, for Benito wished that he might be home for Christmas, but not in the cards, for Benito also wished that he might be somewhere special for New Year's!

No matter, Benito entered the library after procuring a 'Day Pass' and made his way in to speak with a couple girls studying in the 'Law section' of the library, but as Benito found out, they were not in fact law students. No matter, Benito hit on them anyway, asking where he might procure a SIM card as the lady studying so intently also happened to have a Blackberry mobile. Oh, how cute! Well, that was all Benito got out of her before saying 'Good luck!' and good riddance. For Benito was headed towards the philosophy section in the basement, passing by the works of Berkeley and Kierkagaard and finally he found what he was looking for: a book on the philosophy of SEX. So, prostitutes, hmmmmm... But that was not the true treasure. For Benito also found the section with a smattering of Plato's works and commentaries on the same. Benito picked up a copy of a commentary on the 'Timaeus' which was some 500 pages long. Benito scanned through it, then noted the publisher and the University: Edinburgh. Now Benito knew where he must go and the fate of civilisation rested in his hands.