Recently I went with the cellmate to see a play in the New Caledonian Festival. The venue was at Ile Plate University, in a magnificent nineteenth century mock-Camelot hall. During the interval I visited the bog, all olde worlde marble and sandstone. You almost expect Thomas More to emerge from one of the cludgies. I had a majestic widdle among sumptuous facilities. Very relaxing. And yet, when I was a student at Old Caledonian University, the real McCoy, the medieval environment seemed malign, not at all welcoming.
I discovered that being at uni when you're not a student is like visiting a hospital when there's nothing wrong with you. A perfectly balanced experience.
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Albert? As the man said to Mrs Lincoln, apart from that, what was the play like? Hotboy
Hotters. Six classical male singers, standing on chairs singing Schubert, while actors wandered through the audience delivering monologues about Bavarianism. Wonderful, though perhaps not your favourite thing?
Albert? Yes, I think I would pass on that though I'd like the singing. The Dom Bliss connection has had me witness songsters regularly and I enjoy that since you can close your eyes and do the bliss. Not with fung actors bawling in your earhole, you couldn't. Sounds very cultured though. Hotboy
I say!
You should have taken a snap of the toilets, and sent it to this chap, who seems to have a rather large collection of toilet snaps.
MM III
Mingers, thank you for that. I particularly enjoyed his Toilets In Motion collection. I might send him some of my own photies of motions in toilets.
I say!
Have you considered becoming a kangatarian?
MM III
Happy Spring :)!
xo
Lee Ann
...although, it's not really spring there, is it?
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