Blue Bell

By Parson Thru

Wed, 04 Dec 2019
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Quarter to twelve

And it's dark.

The whole frigging district

Is in bed.

I've been speaking

With drunken physicists.

We know the secret of the universe.

The secret is we don't know.

The house IPA is on song.

Thanks John.

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Submitted by airyfairy on

I'm sure there's a joke in there about how many drunken physicists does it take to fill the Blue Bell.  Sounds like a good night!

Submitted by Parson Thru on

:))))

An evening of stages/phases as usual. Prepping for a seminar, reading Heaney and the TLS, falling into conversation with drunken physicists. All washed down with IPA and a couple of pork pies on the house. Lovely chats with the landlord, who swept us out at the head of his broom, physicists and all, just before midnight.

Parson Thru