My new
Vote For Plato t-shirts arrived this morning. Tonight, when Charlie drags me out to Panic!*, I shall be the most excellently dressed philosopher king on the dance floor.

With my penchant for momentary amusement at my own erudition, I am dangerously addicted to
CafePress.
* Rochester Castle, Johnson St, Fitzroy, from 9pm
2 comments:
Damn.
My new shirt is very itchy.
Not sure I can wear it tonight ...
riddle me this, toby: why would i want to (or need to) vote for goose-stepping bastard like Plato?
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