Looks like Crispin the Prof is moving in some time soon.
He was sniffing around again today and the "For Sale" notice came down.
We had a jolly old chat about his university job.
Told me about an episode of Skins the other night on SBS.
(He was watching it so he could lecture on it the next morning in Cultural Studies 100.)
It was about the hero, Tony, going for his interview at university.
The old git of a lecturer, in the first session, asked each of the group who they "really" were and proceeded, thence -- is there any other way to proceed? -- to rid them of their urinary substances.
During the one-on-one, he asks Tony why he should let him in.
Tony grabs him by the collar and pulls him across his desk with words to the effect:

"You sanctimonious old [insert word spelled like "aunt" and also referring to something woman-like], you want to know who I am?
"Well I'm you before you shrivelled up and died.
"That's why you should have let me in.
"I'd've been the best student you ever had".

I like this very much: especially the change of tense between question and answer, Tony acknowledging thereby that the very words he's speaking mean he's not going to get in.
(There must be a kind of sociolinguistics or something that studies these sorts of things: more insight into how society happens than the entire output of the ABS -- I'd call it "reflexology" if that word hadn't already been taken by hippie quacks.)
I'll have to get the DVD at Blyton Video (i.e., in about 5 years time) and check the reportage was right.

Crispin says this sort of thing happens to him all the time and that's why he's jacking it in.
Looks like I'll have a sanctimonious old aunt for a neighbour!

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