Friday, 15 August 2008

Bunyons and their discontents

Last night, instead of going to this excellent talk by my very favourite philosophrix, I went to Il Trobo's pan-residential-college awards ceremony dinner - a far less peculiar affair than the equivalent at Sydney (where fully grown adults perform the Banging of the Dining Table With Spoons).

Here I make two appeals. Firstly, if anyone heard Elizabeth Grosz speak, please refrain from telling me how brilliant she was. Secondly, and this because I have no way of ensuring that what happened to me last night won't ever happen again, I'm seeking contributions for an anthology of Things to Say to Earnest Podiatry Students Over a Three Hour Period, bearing in mind that my "Disquisition Against Winkle-Pinchers" was not well received (possibly because, as my mother has just pointed out over the telephone, "winkle-pinchers" are actually called "winkle-pickers").


Maria said...

Something about their feat.

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

Haw haw haw.

A feet worse that death.

Lefty E said...

Ask them about renound foot fetish related emergencies. Or toejam horror stories. Worst smelling patients. Chunkiest skin on heels cautionary tales.