Special Guest Blogger: Edward The Black Prince

When you think of the Middle Ages, chances are you picture gallant knights sitting astride brilliant steeds galloping through a sea of plagues, pestilence and filth and that was especially true for me as i spent much of my time in France, a real flithy place.
As the eldest son of King Edward III, i was the next in line to the throne but i had a long wait so at 16, rather than kick my heels and wait for my father to die, i decided to go whack the French around a bit and the hundred years war was in full throttle so i donned my Black armour and hopped across the Channel for a bit of frog bashing.   
As a Knight, i had a code of chivalry to behold and we had to practise the noble art of war and i was always fair and considerate to the people i vanquished, not the plebs who lived in the towns and cities obviously, we just slaughtered them and burnt their homes to the ground, but to the Lords and Kings of the Cities and often we would stop mid-fight for a bit of a yak and sometimes even a meal and at one battle against King John of Politiers, we were heavily outnumbered and outflanked and faced a right rogering but i met with John and offered him a peace deal, he made a counter offer and i said give me a day to think about it and he was fine with that and said he would come back in a few days.
When he came back we had fortified our lines, headed uphill and took strategically important defensive positions and routed the lot of them, taking King John prisoner.   
On the way back to England we stopped off at Limoges who had been previously loyal to England but had surrendered the town to French forces and the townsfolk came out to beg we don't burn down their village and i promised i wouldn't and as a knight i kept my word, as they cast themselves on their knees begging for mercy, i said that i was disappointed in them crossing to the enemy which got the point across but if it didn't, the fact that our followup action was to hack then all to death definitely did, killing all three thousand men, women and children that day.
Spending so long in France it was inevitable i would pick up something nasty and i got a bad bout of dysentery and i was growing weaker by the day so the Bishop of Bangor urged me to ask forgiveness of God and of all those i had killed and that's when i was glad i was a Christian.
As a Christian you see, we can do what you want but as long as we have the split second to repent before we die we're going to end up in the same place as all Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, Sikhs and all the rest of them which doesn't seem fair really when you see what the others have to do but i'm not complaining and i died forgiven of all my many, many sins.