Friday 26th January is Australia Day, and over the long weekend you can earn a souvenir for attending an event on the Friday, Saturday or Sunday.
As it will be far too cold to have a BBQ, and the Australian themed pub that used to be in Southampton has long since closed, we thought that the next best thing would be to pay homage to Monty Python's The Philosopher's Song. We would have linked to the song but we decided against it as there is some bad language, and the associated sketch has some very politically incorrect content - search for it on a video sharing site if you wish but you have been warned...
We will be there from 07.45-08.45 to allow those en route to work or on the school run a chance to pop in and say hello, and for those with more time to stay and have a more leisurely coffee and a chat.
You can also, of course, bring along any trackables you have for swapping or discovering.
So, head over to the philosophy department at the University of Walamaloo, get your hounouary degree and channel your inner Bruce or Sheila! Cork hats are optional...
Altogether now:
Immanuel Kant was a real ****-ant who was very rarely stable.
Heideggar, Heideggar was a boozy ****** who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume Schoppenhauer and Hegel.
And Whittgenstein was a beery swine who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.
There's nothing Nieizsche couldn't teach 'ya 'bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates, himself, was permanently *****.
John Stewart Mill, of his own free will, on half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato they say could stick it away, half a crate of whiskey every day.
Aristotle, Aristotle was a ****** for the bottle; And Hobbes was fond of his dram.
And René Descartes was a drunken ****, "I drink, therefore I am."
Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed; A lovely little thinker, but a ****** when he's ******.