It was a quiet party this year compared to last year. Where I was expecting violins and other musicians, it was much the same as usual. It was nice enough I suppose. The highlight for me was being able to speak at length with Simon the historian. The place was devoid of intellect save for one other academic, a Geographer. I was much ridiculed for reading Cassius Dio, this is to only be expected. Joy showed me a video on her phone which had her brother singing a poppadom song to which she then said, "While you are reading that book, we are singing the silly poppadom song." Mmmmnnnnnyeeeessss. Quite.
It was all so very dull. I really cannot stand living here. They even slated Bo' Jo' and Gilbert and Sullivan (of whose cause I championed, naturally: the former on account of him being a magnificent Latin scholar, the latter because it is excellent music).
About half-way through this really strange couple turned up. He looks like a stereotypical slack-jawed yokel (he would make a perfect extra in a movie where peasants are needed or banjo playing in-breds from the deep south). I gave him a wide-berth initially, but as the place thinned out I ended up going back to their place.
Then began an interesting discussion on the nature of education (in between me ripping out some mean slide guitar or singing compositions). I was unaware of such a thing as the lady said was "un-learning". To me this just means getting wasted and forgetting everything: it essentially means uneducated, not knowledgeable, a person who does not know (or cannot be bothered to find out).
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