Only now, at the end, do you understand... (no points, too easy)

It's kind of disturbing to think that I might have been quite good friends with my supervisor all the way through if I'd just stopped being afraid of him. But my terror helped propel me through my thesis, so I think it was actually all for the best.

Just got back from drinkies (which I was supposed to be buying, but he usurped). Conversation ranged broad and patchy, but then I got him started ranting about the discipline, and it was on for young and old. Disdain, contempt, and blistering sarcasm, and I remembered why I like this guy so much. Even those that he likes and respects aren't free from having fun poked.

My favourite: when just finished talking about an amazingly laid-back Californian academic who could still demolish you in five seconds, he moved on to talking about another guy, not as nice. In fact, left you in no doubt as to his displeasure. "Have you read?" he mimicked. "You haven't, have you? Don't you like reading? Do you get blisters on your finger?"

Imagine my glee.