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I'm trying to write part of a book chapter about Indefatigable midshipman Henry Hart. As well as having a long and successful naval career, Hart was knighted for his diplomatic services, which included a mission to the Imam of Muscat in Zanzibar.

All I can think of though is "Off to Zanzibar to meet the Zanzibarbarians!" *headdesk* I'm never going to get anywhere at this rate...

I have a sister in the Outer Hebrides who I see rarely but speak to frequently. Tonight while on the phone she mentioned something about her goldfish. The following conversation went something like this....

Me: I didn't know you had goldfish!
Sister: No? We've had goldfish for ages.
Me: What are they called?
Sister: I don't know.
Me: How can you not know what your goldfish are called?!
Sister: They have funny daft names...
Sister (shouting to partner): What are the goldfish called again?
Sister's partner: One's called Rachel after the bus driver and the other one's called Archie.
Me: Archie? No way!
Sister's partner: Archie's just Archie because he thinks he's Archie.
Me: 0_o

Sometimes you just can't make it up....This Pointless Post has been brought to you by Anteros Pointless Posts Ltd.

Finally incontrovertible evidence that Archie didn't die tragically and heroically in Kingston.

( Archie?? )

"Archie Kennedy burst into sobs; he was nothing but a boy, and he was frightened and only half sober."

Nope, not an extract from my latest fanfic (well not yet anyway ;) This is something I unearthed last night while faffing around doing some research on google books. I was actually looking for a copy of the memoirs of Lieutenant, later Admiral, George Vernon Jackson (he of the "vermin troubles") when I got distracted by randomly searching for Archie Kennedy. Yeah, yeah, one track mind, easily distracted, I know.

I have no idea what this book is or when it was published and to be honest even I am not sufficiently obsessed to spent a moment longer of my time looking into a book called Across an Ulster Bog. Suffice to say this particular Archie Kennedy (no relation) has just been complicit in the murder of a man on a lonely moor. And, true to type, he's not a very happy bunny. The unfortunate victim is being buried in the bog and the improbably named ringleader, Eccles Lindsey, tells poor half sober Archie:

"Archie, quit makin' a woman of yourself, and take a hoult of the body round the oxter."

Next fic I write I am so going to have Archie taking a hold of Horatio's body round his oxters ;)

This particular Archie continues making a woman of himself as they drop the body into the bog:

Wet drops flew into the men's faces; young Kennedy, shivering and sobbing, wiped his cheek feverishly again and again.

True to form though, Archie does get the last word in:

"And God forgive us!" said Archie Kennedy under his breath.

THE END

Why is it that fictional Archie Kennedys always have to be tragic young put upon types? Hmn?

I'm sorry, that was a completely pointless post wasn't it?!