My part-time job involves installing air conditioning.
So I went to a university in the city today -- no doubt where that Professor Crispin Orwell works now -- saw his full name on a door there.
The amazing thing is that they're all squabbling over offices while bloody undergrads called Cynthia and Jamie have their own.
This by virtue of the "fact" (look up the legal term: it means "deed") that they do "moots".
Cynthia was saying, as I passed by in my overalls: "Hope to go to UWA next year, with credit: Now that's a real university".
Wouldn't shag her for practice.

Moot point?

Sledge