The carnal history of the decadent West is a veritable epic of stupidity. Inevitably, it has a twitter feed.

Disgraceful animals we may all be, but we can also be quite sweet sometimes. I enjoyed the Zero books launch and its aftermath immensely - a sheer delight to have, at last, a proper chance to talk Derrida/Dworkin/Rave/Category theory with Bat and Sigils/Sitting Rooms/Yuppiedromes/New Model Army with Laura, and to mingle and blether with everybody else in an atmosphere of general inebriation. Viewing from a passing car the earnest rabble spilling out of the pub onto the pavement, you wouldn’t immediately have clocked us as “London Dark Philosophers” (APS). Bunch of facking students might be more like it; but students the way students are supposed to be.

Anyway, it’s good that several people have seen me pissed who otherwise might still be wondering what manner of unspeakable sordidness was prowling and basking its claws behind that iron curtain of inhibition. Um. I don’t remember doing/saying anything too outrageous - and hopefully neither do the people I did/said it to…