Baudrillard and the Millennium

Here is a book for Christmas and other sites of predatory concern, for synchronised office parties and galas galore, a redolent guide to all good stuff, plus a snip at the price - better than photocopying a fiver hoping that old dear in the sweetshop won't blink or bat at handing over the Woodbines... especially in academic circles where the spirit is barbed bashed and bitter and all flesh is weak - so to speak... and all bets are off on ecstasy until that coveted win. Meantime sidle up to the dean and wink in the fellow's tin underpants with a spot of his meretricious Spanish Chardonnay... then nestle up to the Standing Committee for Academic Merit[...] then dash off a piece on pumping pomo pumas scattering observations far and wide in a swathe of brilliance and then potter down the pub for ten or so pints a bottle or three of that vin rouge washed down with a plate of fat wet chips plus mine's a treble... only to stagger back and throw up a lecture to the bemused second years serve the lazy rascals right! and finally... Of course, and naturally - even though there is apparently no such thing as Nature, not really, so they all tell us, it's all in the mind that we are all going out of... I jest... even though there is no such thing a jest, not really, especially not after that miserable old fake Freud murdered the topic, and as for us what about human agency and where does that fit in? Nowhere it seems certainly not on the number 231 to...