Speaking of being a corrupted university student (which, if you've just joined us, I do below...) I didn't have time to relate an amusing incident from college before I left. Sitting in J²'s room, with him picking bits of burnt basil out of last night's empty pizza box. He'd been whinging for the past half hour about how bad he felt, and he hadn't even had anything to drink the night before. A hangunder had been suggested. Pick, pick, pick... choke, hack, gasp.

"That's pot!" he finally managed to say.

Evidence was gathered, second opinions sought. All was revealed and explained, except how the marijuana came to be on the pizza in the first place. And that, my friends, will remain a mystery forever more, I imagine.