more or less scurrilous

Why is it that a fondue is always the single social setting most likely to generate suggestion, innuendo and really obscene jokes? Or is it just because last night's gathering featured jo&stv? On three separate occasions during the evening my guests' glad cries of "We broke her again!" heralded me succumbing to irrepressible giggling. I haven't done that in years. Damn all this adulthood, anyway.

Over the weekend the weirdness of re-watching Goblet of Fire has crept up on me, specifically in the sense that Barty Crouch Jr. is the new Doctor Who. Having seen one episode featuring David Tennant, I am more or less cautiously open to the concept that he may grow on me as the Doctor, although my response might be forever coloured by James Henry pointing out that Tennant's performance as the Doctor is more "an impression of a well-read field mouse". This is in sharp contradistinction to his performance as Barty Jr., which is more an impression of some sort of slithery reptile with a pronounced facial tic.

In other news, one of my students has just informed me, through the medium of an essay, that traditionally Jesus often manifests himself in the form of a fish. I don't think this is accurate even if she actually meant "fisherman." Teaching, the new surrealism.