Wh-where am I? Oh, thank God I'm here! I've just come out of a state of catatonia, induced by being forced to watch Eastenders (which is well overdue for renaming as West Ham, judging by the appalling overacting), followed by the two hours of the seriously annoying Tony Robinson over-emoting about the da Vinci bloody Code.
This evening of horror was due to a mutual chum of Mother's and mine coming round armed with lovely M&S nosh, which he then kindly prepared and served, while we allowed him his free run at Mother's new telly. Never again! In future, guests will watch Philadelphia Park and like it. I don't know why he wanted to watch the Code, anyway, since he's read it and has about 300 books on everything and everyone mentioned, and has made numerous trips to the Languedoc to explore the sites there.
I thought it had already been widely accepted by many scholars that Jesus may well have been married and even begotten a child, so none of that came as a great surprise. What came as a surprise was that, for people capable of decoding codes and cryptograms, historians hadn't tumbled earlier to the idea of 'grail' being derived from San Greal and Sang Real, or sangue royale/royal blood. I guess they don't do the more common wordgames!