|Is that a Freudian slip in your pocket or are you happy to see me?
Mad Scientess Jane Expat
My weekend can be summarized with a single anecdote.
We were out on Friday after the Darwin lecture, drinking and playing pool with two of the gardeners from the botanical gardens. Twice over the course of the evening, I caught the bloke with his belt in his hand and told him to put it back on. Which he did, after meting out a few smacks. At chucking-out time, he phoned for a taxi to take us home. He told them that we were at the "Cambridge Sports and Sexual Club."