That is as opposed to highly contrived travelogue, random linkage or photography.
It wasn’t until we reached the topic of Gottfried Leibniz’s hair that I realised how much I had missed intellectual discussion.
Leaving university and spending a lot of time in mediocre B&Bs/hotels/random houses with the band had left a hole I hadn’t noticed until a conversation with a friend the other day. We touched on de Beauvoir and Sartre, the state of the Liberal Democrats, the mindblowing prose of Gwendoline Riley (buy Joshua Spassky now, for your own good) and somehow arrived at the hairstyles of continental philosophers.
It was good.