Although it was agreed a lewd practice by some, none of the 'highly formed individuals' residing under my tutelage that year (even those more liminal dreamers), could deny without hesitating (fleur bleue and over-fond as it undoubtably seems) that it also had something of the sacred in its bowel, a pointing, laughing jaunt to the uncanny, an intertextual, visually problematic connundrum writ large on Freud's wall in the most invitingly packaged M&S lime green shower gel. |