There goes the old saying, “no state in which eccentricity is a matter of reproach can be a wholesome state,” and I, for one, wholly agree with that saying. Eccentricity is one of those items of man that defy categorization and regulation, and its foremost proving ground is the public school and the shame or succor of one’s peers. 

It’s with this background in mind, this fomenting morass of personality known only as eccentricity, that I have to examine my time at LASA and The Liberator. I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve got a couple of quirks, my old-time orange jacket and respect for Winston Churchill first among them. But it is at this memorable and venerable establishment, LASA, that quirks can be subsumed, that like and unlike can come together and create magical things, even if only for a moment, which is an experience unlike any other which I have ever experienced and which, for me, was priceless.

Within this galaxy of oddity and, at times, crudity, there lies a microcosm that could scarcely be more emblematic of LASA than The Liberator. Full of people with different views, dissenting ideas, and plenty of backbone to spout them, The Liberator takes LASA writ large, and I like to think I too, contributed to this majestic cacophony. From arguments with my editors about the use of the word “trireme” (meaning a Greek boat of antiquity) to reasoned debate on political issues, the absurd and the logical become close bedmates, and I very much enjoyed the tension.

It is with this at the fore that I must say that I thoroughly enjoyed, and wish I could continue both my LASA and Liberator experience.