Foucaultious

Seriously, if I see another distressed copy of a penguin classic (most likely the History of Sexuality) 'casually' stuffed in the back pocket of an indie kid (there needs to be a more inclusive word for it these days: Foucaultious?) whilst they're struggling to do their poor excuse for a weekly shop at Tescos I might just have to walk right over there and demand "Have you actually read this book?!"

Okay so there is more than one university in Brighton and subsequently several arts based degrees in this city, so maybe I am living in artsy try hard hell.

But please. If someone tries to discuss Existentialism and Foucault with me in any social beer based situation whatsoever. I may just have to...well...

Move back to Adelaide.