Went to the Walcot nation day yesterday. Wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. As a perpetual outsider, I might be expected to make a good observer, but that doesn’t follow – depends whether the outsider ends up looking out or in – anyway, Walcot seems to consist of people who love being the outsiders, people who always wanted to be the outsiders. Nice for them to a have a choice, but then I guess we all do. They’re the same middle-class-yet-white-trash stock I’m springing from, those who, because of mentality, internal codes, or simple social deformity, can’t, shalln’t or won’t make it as part of the smug middle class – A1s and B1s, as opposed to us sultry Cs.