Last weekend, SK and I played phone tag, trying to arrange our first get together since she had been unceremoniously chucked out of the unit. Sunday evening we finally managed to get together for a burgers and nachos meal at Maxwells in Queens Street. After, we went to see Irish comedian Dylan Moran at the Oxford Playhouse (SK had an extra ticket as her mum was poorly).

The seats were good and I like the theatre, and Dylan Moran was quite funny in parts. I thought it very odd that he smoked and drank the entire time he was on the stage. SK wasn’t keen on the idea of comics having “encores.”

We had a drink at the Eagle & Child after, and had a chat about education and history. SK said her time in school was less than useless, and was surprised (& mocked me endlessly) when I told her I’d been salutatorian & that I believed my Senior year of secondary school was among the best of my life. She also couldn’t understand the merit of a graduation ceremony for students at that level.

I may explain why 1985-86 was so great later, but for now I just want to point out that I graduated 20 years ago today, in a small but meaningful ceremony in High Wycombe’s Town Hall. As with any other milestone, it’s been a chance to look back and assess how my life’s been since.

My meal at Maxwells: £17 Ticket for Dylan Moran: £17 Ice Cream during intermission: £1.80 Total for evening: £35.80 (~$66)

That’s me done then.

Labels: cost of living, Theatre and Comedy