As my 8 year old son is studying Romans and Britons in school, we went to a Romans and Britons re-enactment day at Caldicot Castle on Sunday.
I haven't laughed so much since my Auntie Doris got her left tit caught in the mangle

You had grown ups dressed as the Romans and Briton, fighting and cooking and hearding sheep and making potions etc. But these people were so into it as to be unreal. These people have no lives, sad, sad individuals who probably eat a lot of Lentil Roast and drink home made edlerberry wine. This one bloke who we had to call Tacitus all day otherwise he wouldn't answer was the most collosall penis I have met in my life. He was so smug and selfrighteous as to be beyong belief. And his 'life partner' Ash was just a stick insect with no baps and a moustache like a Greek Grandmother. Prig didn't cover it.
Oh and they re-enacted a skirmish, what a laugh. Talk about 'we've had our Health and Safety induction'. I've seen more realism in an episode The Tweenies. I have told my boy that the Roman Army was the best ever in the world and they never lost a war except to another Roman Army for 500 years. Also that the Britons were war like tribes who plundered and murdered like the savages. Oh no, he now things they are a bunch of Geography teachers from Thornbury who play tag.
I am Decimus Maximus Meridius and I have negative equity and halitosis.
All re-enactment people should be sent to the looney bin.

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