The philosophical society

A day working from home. That didn't go well. Too much of interest in the papers, at PMQs and on the twittersphere.
Still, later I was out to a well attended meeting of the old guys blethering club. And what blethering there was. And we five were joined by AJ with his little stringed thing (I think there may even have been a brief rendition of Bladon Races) and CY who we hadn't seen for over a year. Obviously I demanded that he account for his absence to the gentlemen of the society; he sheepishly looked through his small round glasses, before uttering the word, Salsa.
Much intaking of breath! We asked him to retire to allow consideration of a suitable penance for this misdemeanour. The only difficulty was deciding between Glenfarclas and Singleton.