I made a first foray into the Oxford Union tonight. I really expected the whole place to resemble the smoky room where I imagine the Suez Canal seizure plan of 1956 to have been formulated. While the ground floor library had approximately the right feel, it was not, in fact, quite so ostentatious.
That said, it is probable that we of no political influence simply cannot access the parts of the building where future prime ministers are selected over cigars and snifters of brandy. I doubt that President Musharraf spent the time after his recent presentation in any of the rooms we ducked into.
Overall, the visit made me feel vindicated about choosing not to pay their ridiculous membership price.
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…life on the quarterdeck…
Fewer flying cannonballs, thankfully.