The Last Supper

Now, as you know, my friend Mr Tech went to a posh university. Further, he joined a posh rifling club. For this reason he has somehow become a member of the Oxford and Cambridge Members club.

I love food, and I love posh things. As a result I was more than happy to go along to a meal Mr Tech had arranged for people who study at the same place that I do. 27 all in all and it was all very posh.

The Menu:
To Start - Roasted Salmon with a tomato and basil sauce.
Mains – Stuffed quail (though not entirely sure with what), new potatoes, broccoli (done to perfection I should add), and a tarragon infused gravy.
To finish – Profiteroles with chocolate sauce.

Two glasses of wine and one glass of champagne each, and then there was coffee.

All this for £35 was a reasonable, filing and delicious meal.

Of course, it seems only normal to see some of that oxford attitude (not that that’s a bad thing) shine through as the evening progressed. I’m not quite sure what it is that makes those people different to us. But they are different. It’s something about their confidence, and there’s the feeling that something within them is still quite sheltered.

Once I start my own course at one of those posh universities, I wonder if it’ll change me. Perhaps I’m old enough to know better. Perhaps once you’re in the cycle, it’s difficult to get out.

One of things I most enjoyed was watching oxford students dance around drunk, and my friend, Lady Capulet flirting outrageously with them without the intention of furthering anything. There was a balcony. There were drunkards roaming around aimlessly on it. There were pint glasses in danger of hurting onto the ground beneath and there was a pole, the end of which held a flag. The drunkards managed to get his leg over the pole and insisted on bringing it down. I’ve never laughed so much in my life. Thankfully, they saw sense and came down immediately.

Yes, I have all this to look forward to.