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Caldrail's blog is missing. Or at least the last weeks entry is. Well, no, not really, I just forgot to write one. So I apologise for the tension this had caused around the world as people bite their nails hopin g my next entry will magically appear. David Cameron and Ed Milliband exchanged insults in an angry row. Three schoolgrils gave up and went to Syria. Even Jeremy Clarkson punched his producer over an argument about it and caused the BBC a multi million pound commercial loss. Sorry about that. Lucky for me I'm not actually responsible isn't it? As it happens I've also been leaving my emails untounched for a couple of weeks. Although I've been employed for three months now the many and various agencies are still sending job laerts regularly. Last week I got a phone call from an agency asking if I wanted to do two weeks labour in a role in which my certification has lapsed, that I have no qualification for, and is in the next county. No. Not really. And do they expect me to be available the next morning? Perhaps they ought to read my CV properly. I was trained for a decade to write one after all. Out! With most of my time devoted either to sleeping, shopping, or working, I've had little time to wander around my usual haunts. I popped into the local aprk on my way to the library this morning and yes, the birds are still fighting. One goose has clearly become unpopular, with the others evicting it very loudly. Know how you fell buddy. It's like my last claims advisor. She trampled me into the dust, squished my indentity, and then began trying to recreate me as an embodiement of a figment of her imagination. Turning me into someone I don't know, don't understand, or even like. And I was supposed to get a job while I was trapped in psychological quicksand? Ridiculous. Like all women, she believed she could change me. Only this time she had the authority to do it. Get On With It! Lately I've been doing less floor sweeping and more pallet collection at work. Not sure which is the most tiring. Sweeping the floors involves walking all day and constant bending down to pick up rubbish. Pallet collection requires guiding an electric truck around everyone elses in tight spaces with the clock ticking, lifting one pallet after another onto a pile for the lads to use on the container bay, and some of those pallets are seriously heavy without any load on them. The warehouse boss was wandering around the other day, as he often does, and stopped by a bunch of guys who were doing the sweeping job I used to do alone while I got on with the pallets. "You've all done very weell" He told them, to my utter chagrin, since they amble about and haven't been doing the job for longer than a week or two. "Credit where credit is due". Really? Hello, Mr Boss, I'm over here.... No? Typical. But it isn't all mindless tedium and hard work. The last time I got a pallet truck out I noticed the meter was quite low, only three bars out of thirty, and it looked unlikely the truck would survive the whole shift without the battery going flat. Those vehicles are at a premium. It's a wonder fights don't break out over who gets to drive one. Then I noticed another truck out in the warehouse with twenty bars. Some of the lads thought I was trying to do something sneaky, but no, I did speak to the colleague whose truck it was and we agreed under the circumstances that a swap was okay. Shortly after I had to take a toilet break. It happens, even to the best of us, and certainly to those of us with fifty year old bladders and energy drink habits. When I came out, my truck meter said two bars. What the...?!!!!! As it happened I didn't run of electricity. Pallets were delivered all day, I became tired and broken by the end of the shift, and the managers were happy. Two bars on my wagon, and ah'm still rollin' along.... Language Of The Week Definitely Polish. With so many eastern europeans in the warehouse it's difficult to avoid hearing it, a strange arcane tongue impossible to understand, and I suspect those pesky poles know it. So I'm making an effort to learn a litle Polish. As it happens some of the lads are delighted, and take great pleasure in pointing out that my pronounciation is hopelessly wrong. But I'm getting there... One word at a time... do widzenia!

Yet despite the bad smell (which they didn't make a great deal of) and the noise level (which they did), surviving evidence shows the people of Rome had a lively time, lots of humour, thrills, spills, and of course sex (unless you were the poor guy whose graffiti moans about why his girl won't love him).

The Romans were very practical about warfare and thus made camps in positions they regarded as inherently 'better' where-ever possible. Whilst it is true that the average legionary was very superstitious, religious observance concerning warfare was more to do with auguries and commemorations than holy days. Having said that a sensible commander would allow his men to observe their rituals up to a pojnt - the Romans knew it was good for morale - but at the end of a days route march a camp would be needed as quickly as possible, in a site already scouted, and permanent forts more concerned with defence and security than where the sun was going to come up. Marching camps were dug by the troops as a matter of course, but permanent camps? Other than materiual supplies, the funny thing is that I haven't seen much evidence for local labour. A certain contingent of camp followers provided expert artisanry in any number of trades of course, but usually the Romans only employed natives as slave labour when captured as prisoners of war. I don;t know of any specific nazi-esque forced labour of civilians - the Romans generally left them alone unless business interfered.

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The other eighty percent were more marbly? Actuially I doubt that. True, certain amenities and public buildings would have benefitted, but even the pa;latial villas of the most important and wealthy Romans were still largely brick - their ruins are still on the Palatine, and without nthe decoration, looking no different from any other tenement remains aside from arrangement and size, but then, the slave quarters under the house in at least one place were certainly nothing to shout about in terms of space, so it's relative I guess.

Many forts were built in 'significant' places, such as one inside a former hill fort in southwest Britain. For this reason a solstice alignment might be possible, but it's bound to be coincidental because suvh observances were native, not latin.

The nlegate (general) decided what share was distributed to the men and how much he kept - important decision. There might also be an auction of gathered stuff, the origin of selling "under the spear".

That certainly rivals McDonalds...

Augustus was showing off. Sure, he added a lot of marble, paid for by squeezing whatever taxable source he could find, but Rome was still still a city of jerry built tenements built by cowboy builders. I understand the tallest ever was nine stories erected sometime around his reign, and I think it Augustus who brought in a law limiting the number of floors.

Forced to pay taxes? I wasn't aware there was that level of begrudgement in Roman Britain in the last century of provincial status. It is true that the Britons developed a frustration with the administration but that sort of official laziness was part of the late empire as a whole. Never mind that Theodosius had actually tried to sort out saxon piracy and had invested heavily in urban protection in the British Isles (Cunetio, just ten or so miles from where I live, was given a very formidable wall around that time. Not bad for a small market town whose only claim to fame was pottery). I do think this sort of transference of modern attitude into historic situations really does nothing positive.

I don't know if this helps, but I used to work in the music industry. If there's anything that presents adverse opinion, it's a pub goer who doesn't like your band. Most of the time they dismiss you because it's a cool thing to do, makes them look big to their girlfriends, and doesn't inflict insults on huge numbers of fans that aren't there. The internet is similar in that respect - the anonymity is as good as an empty space and encourages dismisals. Whilst this negative attitude is hard to bear, anyone who isn't the flavour of the month is going to come across it - it is unfortunately normal human behaviour, so really all you can do is grin and bear it. If you believe in what you do, that matters more.

Hadrian did not rename Jerusalem. What he did was promise to rebuild Jerusalem, then later, when the Judaeans asked what was going to to happen, decided to continue his theme of a collectivised Roman world and build a new Roman city on the same site called Aelia Capitol;ina. Naturally the Judaeans were offended and it sparked a rebellion, and aftrer the Roman victory, the Judaean province was renamed Syria-Palestine both to achieve the Roman identity Hadrian wanted and to demolish the concept of a Judaean homeland. In both, technically, he failed.

Really? Personally I try to be rational and contextual. Works for me.

Every day at work begins with a team briefiing. Slowly at first, then in a great rush as the canteen empties, the shift personnel gather at the allotted place to discover who is on the premises, who is doing what for the next eight hours, and what will happen if certain lazy activities continue. The manager calls for silence so he can call the register. After a five second wait he calls again with a stern stare at the knot of youngsters who don't understand what 'quiet please' means. Eventually the buzz of conversation subsides to whispers and the register is called. "Gary?" The manager spoke aloud without looking up from his list. With no answer, he calls again, this time looking around in case Gary is either too busy whispering to his mates or has failed utterly to comprehend that he has to acknowledge his presence. In this case I did the decent thing and reminded him that Gary was on holiday. The manager sighed as he realised his list of work allocation was completely ruined. He had no choice but to note down the lack of Gary's in the warehouse and submit to my superior know;ledge of who was standing around in plain sight. Sometimes we have to confirm that the person is on the premises for them. There's always one or two who aren't where they're supposed to be. Punkman, our resident refugee from society, made a joke of it a few days ago. After each name he said "Yeah, he's here". Yet when his own name was called he stayed silent, failing utterly to remember that he was supposed to answer. So I said aloud "Yeah, he's here". It's as well Punkman has a sense of humour. On the day the manager decided that Punkman was to be in charge of a team he muttered "Let the facism begin...". Talking About Fascism Islamic State are back in the news again with a trip down to the local museum where objects of antiquity are being smashed with sledgehammers as 'false idols'. Fundamentalists do seem amenable to this sort of behaviour - the Taliban dynamited antiquities and vandals in Egypt swept through a museum in Cairo not so long ago. Quite apart from the loss of pricelss articles of regional interest, is Islamic State so feeble that relics whose religious significance vanished hundreds if not thousands of years ago is somehow some kind of threat to their ugly regime? I suppose that's an obvious thing to ask. It does strike me however that the non-entities who smashed statues energetically really wouldn't know a false idol if they saw one. That is after all why they've been sucked into a religious movement and told what to do. They simply obey because they don't know any better. News that Islamic State is opening schools in Syria doesn't fill me with optimism either. Talk about the blind leading the blind. Working In The Jungle The big rumour at work right now is the impending fashion choices being made for teams. Already the quality control people sport a snazzy purple high-vis. What amuses people is the assertion that those of us on the hygiene team will be allocated pink high-vis vests. Hard Hat refuses to believe this slight on his honour, manhood, self respect, his very identity, can possibly be true. Funnily enough, those of us on the bottom rank of warehouse status often find ways to gauge each other. I for instance got quite a boost when I was trained up on pallet trucks. Earlier this week a team leader started approaching me with news that complaints had been made against me. No-one had said anything to me of course, but that wasn't the point. Eventually the leader in question ordered me off the truck despite my tantrums and logical arguments, but no matter, my line manager supported me. That's how hard work affects your status. There's always a testing period between the envious and the grateful. On some days I have no choice but to get a pump truck, a sort of parcel trolley you push, pull, and swear at, and do the same job without the assistance of electrical power. It's called manual work. It's also considered by many the sign of a lowly person who does not have the influence to be authorised to drive trucks. "You got a license for that?" One wag called from the gloom of a container being unloaded, when he saw me hauling a pump truck across the warehouse floor. Funny. No matter. Give it a day or two and I'll be whizzing around on a powered truck again instead of heaving boxes out of a container. At least until those pesky pink high-vis vests get issued, at which point no-one will have any sympathy. Day Of The Week That's enough about work. Today is Sunday and there's a clear blue sky out there..... Erm.... Bye.

Losing a battle is circumstantial. Whilst one general might have better command skills, better charisma, better experience & training, and so forth, that might not apply to the men at his command. Further, it's a mistake to assume that ancient armies were as adept at dynamic command on the battlefield as say the napoleonic era. Armies in the ancient world relied heavily on intelligence, because otherwise the enemy commander has the initiative, chooses the battlefield, and prepares a plan ahead of time. So much depended on who had the initiative in ancient times - when does the battle commence? It matters because the sun might blind the enemy or reflect off youir own armies equipment, and so on. Once the battle begins, arm ies rely on prepared ideas. If the army did not have one because it arrived later, was ambuhed, or the leader was careless in finding in foe, then things likely would go bad for them, and evenb talented generals can be caught unawares.

Well... I agree there's bound to be some viking influence and religious commonality (which we know about - the Saxons in dark age England began with similar beliefs), but the question of region al identity interferes with the theory. However, I do think the answer is closely related to the article, in that cultural roots of North Europe have common roots.

Not my position at all. I'm very sorry I disagree with you on many points, but I don't intentionally lie. Whether I'm ignorant is circumstantial. However, I will argue strenuosly points I strongly believe. If that conflicts with your preconceptions, I'm not going to waste time apologising for that. I may not know everything - neither do you.

Oops... I believe I missed a week in my blog entries. No matter. We're still waiting for the Ukraine and their Russian backed rebels to adhere to an agreed ceasefire. We're still waiting for the government to realise that all those changes to benefits payments is only going to produce more beggars on the street. Or for passers by outside my home to finally realise I really couldn't care less what they say. A Quick Night Out "I fancy a pint" My colleague mused out loud as we strode homeward from the bus station. As clues go, it was a strong one. "You fancy a pint?" He asked. Okay, but you'll have to pay for it. This sort of negotiaton I have some experience in. Truth was I was well tired after a hectic week of pallet collection and the usual cut and thrust of driving trucks around a busy warehouse. As much as I wanted to go home, the lure of alcohol in that circumstance is hard to ignore. So we diverted into the local Wetherspoons pub on the high street. A cider for me, as is my preference, some obscure lager for him, then he made straight for the one armed bandit machine. The pub was busy as you'd expect for a Friday night but not heaving with customers. I like that sort of atmosphere. Everybody enjoying a night out and still able hear yourself think. Eventually my colleague got bored of putting coins in the machine, his pint, my company, and the endless texts from his missus demanding to know where he was. He downed what was left of his pint and said "I'm going to have to go. You going to be all right on your own?" What? Finish a drink in a pub full of dark dangerous drinkers all on my own? Yes. Funnily enough I think I will be. I mean, it isn't as if this has never happened before. I quietly finished my cider at my own comfortable pace, then departed in a mellow mood. The security guards outside wished me a good night. Cheerio lads. Mr Cod Kabul I hear that Afghanistan has just opened its first British style fish and chip shop. A bit late now the British troops have all left, but after years of kebab shop domination of the high street, a small victory for democratic consumerism in the face of Taliban conformity. Universal Election The government have declared that Universal Credit is to be rolled out in Job Centres across England. They're claiming that it will work better for those looking for work. No, it won't, I know it won't, because my claims advisor would simply use it as an excuse not to pay me any benefits irrespective of how concientious I was. Despite making more than fifty applications a week, attending interviews when required, and any activity required by the Job Centre, I was still deemed a dole cheat and refused benefit. Being used as a scapegoat isn't something I take kindly to. Not that I'm bitter and twisted about it you underdtand... Either the government are blissfuly unaware of the abuses of the system their administrators use to further their careers, or they're too busy furthering their own by issuing this sort of nonsense on the evening news. Then again, having declared that al benefit payments will be amalgamated ynder one umbrella, now the government have announced a new youth allowance for those school leavers at a loose end. There is, after all, an election on the way. Oscars Of The Week Bafta's, Golden Globes, Oscars.... Yet another round of 'thank you' speeches to wade through to find out who the best actors and films are. Right now film producers are wining and dining, performers crossing their fingers, and the television news is full of speculation. I nominate the claims advisors of Swindon Job Centre Plus for their role in bringing my finances to the point of ruin. Utterly convincing performances obviously.

Interesting. I read somewhere that foreigners derided the Romans in the early history of their state as 'porridge eaters'. But then, the poor were more likely to receive 'corn' than handouts of meat, and we know that bread was their staple. Meat for the poor was an optional extra and whether it was welcome and pork-shaped, not as prevalent as bread.

Original principles? Christianity was not a unfied movement in any sense at all. The Council of Nicaea was supposed to address that by establishing what Christian orthodoxy was (and defining heresy) but even that failed to achieve 100%. There were deep divisions on interpreting christian beliefs and which gospels were satisfactory. In fact, early christianity accepted female priests. Once the Romans fully engaged with christianity, women were removed.

Pardon me? Those 'emperors' (a word derived from military power only) that thought so often found out the hard way they could not do as they pleased without upsetting people, and even those that did behave in that way struggled to achieve their desires because the real world wasn't quite so amenable. As for positions/titles/offices granted by the Senate - what on Earth do you imagine the Senate wewre doing by offering them? IF there was no point, the system would not have existed. Truth is the Senate was still the traditional government of the Roman world, the Imperial Hopusehold an alternative support for the 'First Citizens' of Rome who acted as patrons to the Roman client state, and any idea that the 'emperors' were monarchs in any constitutional; sense is as wrong a concept as it is possible to get. That was why there was never any constitutional acknowledgement of the role of 'Emperor' and no system for allotting a new one. I concede they gradually became more monarchiual, given the chaotic state of power politics in the Roman world, but at no time until the late empire were 'emperors' the sort of alkl powerful monarch you imply. Only Julius Caesar ever had that power. The others had to balance their actions against the support they could muster and many got it wrong.

No. Absolutely not. A Roman town was a Roman town, owing loyalty to the political system and provincial allegiance if necessary. The status of individuals is entirely another matter. That's a rather naive outlook. The Romans set stabndards for social inclusion and went to some effort to persude provincial/native leadership to fully engage in the system. Regardless of lifestyle choices, there would have been no doubt who was or wasn't Roman. It sounds to me more like you're trying to establish one because it suits your opinion. Tradition and law did not establish any such dual identity, it merely complicated daily affairs in which the wealthy were tyrying to find ways to profit and lord it over the great unwashed. Irrespective of how they ordered their society, they still regarded themselves as Roman.

It was Domitian who added Purple and Gold teams, but these had little public support against the fanatical following of the regular four, Blue, Green, Red, and White.

No, it was the Gauls who got up to those sort of shenanigans, but Caesar mentions that the Druids oversaw such rites to keep things under control, though as yet no archeoligical evidence for the 'wicker man' has been found.

There was another Numerianus too. Not really to do with this thread, but an interesting tale. It seems this Numerianus was a schoolteacher in Gaul who decided one day that his life was too dull. So he set off for Rome, pretending to be a senator, picking up a small army on the way, and basically began 'liberating' booty claiming to acting for the emperor Severus, who it turns out was completely fooled and very happy with his newly discovered loyal underling. Having surrended 70 million sesterces, Numerianus retired to a quiet and comfortable rereat, happy ever after. Awww... Sweet... Unless of course you were among those whose money was grabbed by force I guess.