To celebrate John Hurt’s appointment as the first Chancellor of the newly elevated Norwich University of the Arts, we sank a bottle at the nearby Playhouse Theatre Bar (like we need an excuse). The bar is the boozer of choice for the trendy young things loading up their student debts in wild abandon. Sitting like a couple of old codgers in the corner, we love to imbibe the ambience that overflows with youthful exuberance and optimism. It’s a welcome antidote to the cynicism of older age. The banter and gossip can be delicious and we are dedicated eavesdroppers.
Perking the Pansies 
No: 2 cracked me up. Surely theater was still black and white in Shakespeare’s day 🙂
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😀
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Try sitting in a car with 4 late teens for several hours without being able to escape and see if you still like eavesdropping. (like…yeh…like..yeh…like omygod)
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I knew there was a reason I never had children. 😉
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Thanks Jack another good laugh and to think they will be running the country soon, hope they make a better job of it than the past couple of generations. Your right oldies need to get out more I have got very cynical…..
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Amen to that!
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. . and this is university fodder? I’d just dismissed the following on the Natural Society website – ‘One geneticist believes that intellectual decline as a race has much to do with adverse genetic mutations . . .’ Then I read your post and the dark clouds of doubt began to gather.
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What was I saying about the cynicism of old age?
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I don’t know if we were as self-centred when we were growing up. Were we? No, I don’t believe we had the TIME.
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Oh I think we probably were.
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