an idiot in london


Monday, 18th December.

It occurred to me this morning that my flatmates probably think I'm some kind of weirdo. Let's review the events of Sunday:

Ian disappears in the morning, then reappears at lunchtime. He wolfs down a plate of pasta, then disappears for a few more hours. He returns, late afternoon, sporting a number 1 haircut. Then he announces that he's going to a Duran Duran concert! This is not the standard behaviour of Oxford graduates.

(No, I'm not an Oxford graduate, but Brendan is.)

Standard behaviour for an Oxford graduate (based on Brendan and his mate from Oxford that I met on Saturday night) would be to go out, spend an awful lot of money on alcohol, get rather drunk, start talking loudly, think that you're amazing, go home and drink some port, and wake up the next morning thinking that you've been out on a jolly good lash.