If the audio doesn’t adequately express the general tone of our weekly online sessions, the Google algorithm in charge of creating thumbnails for my most-used websites has done a remarkable job itself.
I am deeply honoured to be the posterboy for Whartson Hall.
Therefore I tell my sorrows to the keyboard;
Who, though it cannot answer my distress,
Yet in some sort it is better than the players,
For that it will not intercept my tale:
When I do weep, it humbly at my fingers
Receives my tears and seems to weep with me
William Shakespeare, Jack Brass, Act 3, Scene 1
Poster? We hardly know her!
I moved from a small table to a larger desk for these sessions, in part because I didn’t have anywhere to bang my head against.
It’s a great image, to be sure!