My lecturer is the most elegant, well-dressed anarchist in the world. He wears a button-down shirt with matching waistcoat (albeit with the sleeves rolled up). He wears a fob watch on a chain, tucked into his pocket. His hair is short, combed, parted on the right. He's a conservative mother's slightly damp dream.

"As an anarchist, I have a problem with the notion that states are necessary," he says with a tailored shrug. "Oh well."