A new critical term - the sort of British disaster narrative in which one is mildly put out and can't get a decent cuppa: the tea cosy catastrophe
Wasn't this where we came in: a conference paper on what comes after the postmodern, to which I could feel my crosshairs focusing on some fishscales in a confined wooden area... That word post, with its ambiguity of rejection or continuation, not to mention the Lyotardian notion of the postmodern preceding the modern, always has me quivering: postmodern, poststructuralist, postcolonial all seem dubious terms to me. I don't know what post means, I told the speaker. "It means after," they answered. Thus was the point missed. Although Iconfess I invented the postsocratics, as I meant the presocratics, but some of the presocratics are after the Socratics, and all of the Preraphaelites are after Raphael.
It would be better if my hair clippers had conked out before I started shaving my head, rather than allowing me to shave enough to mean I couldn't leave the house. Fortunately I had sufficient razors to complete the job, but Pink made it look easy in Pink Floyd The Wall. My head is somewhat scratched. I have a minimum of tufts left, I hope.