"Come here 'til I drink you."
I spake these words with great repetition last night. What had been intended as a quiet few jars with Terence, the brother-in-law (he loves when I call him that) and McMuck swelled to a portion of ten or twelve or however many of us embracing eejitry and liquor.
Oh mercy but it was a drunkening and sure to be my last for a while as the good people at the old educating place want me to shape young minds again.
Starting back with the lecturing next week, donning the elbow patches to spout forth on matters sport and journalism. It's a terrifying prospect what with the demands of two sets of Masters students, higher brow than I've attempted before, the loomingness of it driving me to drink and today's wretched hangover.
I'm off to the bibliotheque.