Law school dinner
Last night was the annual law school dinner. This is what I got up to:
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Fumed as the Dean of Law opened proceedings with an Irish joke. It wasn’t even funny.
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Yawned through Julie Bishop’s speech, in which she insisted that people should not become politicians unless they have personally fired someone. We also learned that Julie could see things from the battlers’ perspective because of her background as the daughter of an establishment political family, a partner in a commercial law firm, and a student at Harvard Business School — you know, typical bogan stuff.
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Caught up with a bunch of people I haven’t seen in years; managed to stay awake as they regaled me with tales of the exciting life of the articled clerk.
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Laughed when the title “Beau of the Ball” was conferred on a mate who was so drunk he couldn’t walk, and whose shirt was smeared with his own blood when he arrived to claim the prize.
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Complained about how sweaty mature-aged students can be when they decide to punch on. I had to prise this bastard off some young whippersnapper — twice — before they decided to take it outside. Then the hotel ended the night early because they weren’t in the mood for a brawl.
So yeah, it was interesting.
Update: Manas has some photos.
Ah. Somehow that post managed to capture everything I loathed about university. Lucky you!
Blood? Sounds like there’s a story behind that…
There is, but it’s not a very exciting one. Drunk guy has altercation with ice bucket (or two), cuts finger, uses own shirt to wipe up the mess.
Pfft…Julie Bishop. She once dated Ross Lightfoot which is reason enough to question anybody’s judgement.
“daughter of an establishment political family, a partner in a commercial law firm, and a student at Harvard Business School”
Change a couple of minor details and that’s a perfect description of how Our Leader sees himself.
Heh, indeed, etc.
Ross — she’s now with Peter Nattrass.
“Complained about how sweaty mature-aged students can be when they decide to punch on.”
Tell me about it…
What was the Irish joke?
It was a standard joke about a stupid person who, for no reason bar bigotry, is identified as Irish. No, I’m not going to repeat it.
I just saw - first time ever - some people marched out (ie politely escorted away) from the Merthyr Bowlsie by the river here at NF. Are $3.20 schooners too tempting?
Even if they are schooners of Tooheys Old?
Big bunch of Labor party folks in Team Beattie t-shirts enjoying their MayDay at the Bowlsie, too.
Generally more fun than the Law Ball I went to (as a guest not as a Law student) when I was at Uni!
(see - not OT!)
$3.20 schooners are less enticing when you remember that they’re subsidised by pokies (and ultimately someone’s pension).
Oh boy, now that that’s over, on to Tri Law!
I’m sure the Law Soc girls are sad their “Want to marry a lawyer?” tees are now out of date…