My name is Julius.
Yes. Yes it is Julius,
And yes, yes I am aware of the 'girlish' tone it contains.
And the reference to the Roman King.
To be honest, I quite like my name, and the references it pulls up in people's minds.
But that is not the issue today.
I would like to present a case.
Or rather, narrate an incident.
We live together.
Cassius, Brutus, Mark and I.
Two reporters, one lecturer and one painter.
Odd pair we are.
But we lived and shared and lived together.
It was quite a peaceful life.
Except when that happened.
One wonderful day, on the way from work.
Discovered a new brand of chocolate pudding I.
Relished it. Bought more. Ate more.
It became my favorite dessert.
I stocked the fridge with that delicious piece of heaven.
All was well.
Till they started to disappear.
Oh, the horror.
One by one. My little angles of delight
Small small cups of gooey bliss
Began to disappear.
Yes, that is right.
There was a thief amongst us.
I was a sad mess.
The loss affecting me all the while.
Mark tried to lighten the mood.
Went into his famous speech mode
'Friends, Romans, Country men..'
He started. I never heard him finish.
But it gave me hope. New hope.
I was determined to know.
So trap I set.
Camera I bought.
Middle of the night, like thief to catch a thief.
Waited in silence and darkness.
I knew the camera would do the work for me.
But I had to know the traitor.
See him in action.
Dark figure came.
Illuminated by fridge light I saw.
That rat Cassius!
I knew a man who writes restaurant reviews would be up to no good!
Ah ha! I said.
Oh no! He said.
Joy at saving my beautiful boxes of pudding
Rendered me almost blind to the other dark figure approaching.
And all I could utter was a gasp and,
'Et, Tu Brutus?'