Depravity

Depravity - well, what would that be? I have been a participant in a weekend that some might think thoroughly depraved. Middle aged boozaholics getting thoroughly spliffy in Stalybridge. Leaving our teenage babe in the clutches of a self-advertised Lothario. Planning a multi-partner weekend in a commune in Wales - no, not Nevern. Am I apologetic about any of this? Not a jot of it. We are all thoroughly decent, well, reasonably decent, people pulling the PC chain for all it's worth. Not one of us would do the nekkid walk from Land's End to John O'Groats. I am very nearly ashamed to admit that we are all so tedious. Our livers may not appreciate this, but we are actors in the predetermined drama that is Homo sapiens. Anyway, tug your dictionarial bellrope, let some logical interlocks tumble and turn, when all is said and done (which it never is) we get on with each other -or not.