Gazooks!

Later tonight I am going over to Winthrop Hall to attend a public lecture.

In order to get into the attendance-of-a-public-lecture mood, I plan to hail a hansom cab and ride there in comfort. While I am waiting in line for entry, I shall mock the bluestocking'd suffragettes who are perpetually protesting on the cobbled streets, and, if I have any spare time, I shall compose an angry letter to The Times, berating Mr Disraeli for supporting the bill to limit the number of street urchins per annum to be converted into low-cost feed for livestock.

Sorry. There's nothing like the thrill of public lectures to make me get in touch with my Victorian side.