I think my education's gone out to lunch

Yesterday, I claimed that a Whitby (goth weekend) wasn't a proper Whitby unless you'd been fed dubious jelly off a shared spoon. Over on nalsa's journal I was just declaring that a chemistry lecture simply isn't a chemistry lecture unless you end up with a treacle tin buried in the ceiling.

I'm fond of such yardsticks. Yesterday I treated secutatrix to some of my views on narrative theatre (Shakespeare isn't really Shakespeare unless it has a pantomime camel. A play about 19thC. Russian history isn't to be considered a worthwhile play about 19thC. Russian history unless it has a 6ft tall ginger cat smoking a cigar). She was remarkably tolerant.

However. There are many things in this world for which I do not yet have a reasonable yardstick, so you are invited to knit your own measure of worth:

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Thank you. All metrics gratefully appreciated.

RIP Robert Heaton

Robert Heaton (New Model Army's original drummer) has died.