The Groucho clause

Last night I went to a ‘Females in Engineering’ awards night primarily to meet up with some old friends for drinks afterwards. One was organising the affair because that is the sort of thing you do if you are stuck in academia.

The night was a wonderful flashback on times past. I recall myself, the young student, going to these types of affairs and wanting to get the medal, or get noticed, or even just to be part of the club.

How things have changed. Nowadays, to be part of that club would be my version of hell. Fortunately we had some good drinks later and this morning I resembled a slow motion version of a Parkinson’s sufferer. I have just come good at 4pm and just now I am remembering these details. All good.