The Runt of the Litter

At the leaving do of a colleague tonight, and was left conversing with her partner, a man of fascinating antecedents.

Tragically, none of this excitement rubbed off, and I was left with a dullard who even lacked the ability to convey what was clearly a rich and noble lineage. A conversation better written down.

McCarthyism was never rendered so hollow.

Bought me a packet of crisps though, which ain't bad for a dullard.