Went to a UWA event last night. There was sherry but no mini quiches. True story. Dry, sure, but I thought even ECU graduates might draw the line at sweet sherry. Apparently not.
How many did you have?
Well it was a history lecture…
Sorry: how many bottles did you have?
We went to the Captain Pedo hotel afterwards.
You had to continue with that little trope.
Preparing them well for a future on the paper bag
Such pathetically small shot glasses
I would like to take this opportunity of offering you a chance to correct an inadvertent error in your otherwise fair reporting of last night’s event.
Doubtless just a typographical error, you referred to it as ‘a’ history lecture. It was not. It was the history event of the decade.
I look forward to the issuing a correction at your earliest available convenience.
I remain your faithful etc.
You were the decline; TLA was the fall (guy)?
UWA’s zippy new uber inspirational credo of ‘Pursue Impossible’ is boldly on display here for all to see. Contrast this with the dreary, threadbare motto ‘Seek Wisdom’ and you’ll see just how far we’ve come. Shot glasses embody this new ‘can do’ optimism for the literati at large
I will have to deduct points for no Stones Green Ginger Wine (so much still to learn). Beginners mistake
Didn’t appear to be beginners in the art of sherry drinking.
Yes indeed. And Stones Green Ginger Wine can only ever come in ‘goons, and not those effeminate “bottles” as some call them. This is clear evidence of history in decline and, dare I say, witness the fall of Rome.
ECU would have provided sippers. Was it RWL who described them as ‘the jetski of the glassware world’? I still LOL at that one.
How about the Segway ?
I don’t think so but I’ll take it.
Hey what do you know it was me. Woogle is your friend.
Were you the one who nicked off with the cream sherry?
Me? Certainly not! Was there a flagon?
Doesn’t drink plonk but remembers dry Gascoyne river bed, flagon, angus ugle singing standing by the railway in the wind and the rain no one will be riding that old freight train.. Horsebreaker on ullawarra born on minilya. taught horsebreaking when a kid by the manager. Each mistake, a whipping. Stood, swayed, took off shirt to reveal scars on back. Sat. Resumed singing. Out of the darkness a light I can see. out of the darkness shining on me
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