How dogmat enjoys his red tea

Last weekend, I had the pleasure of attending a party at Glueboot's house. An evening of quiet, happy mayhem. I heard Tome defend Kant's lifestyle ("...he never left Konigsberg..."); I tasted, and didn't like, a mistakenly opened 1982 Chateau Aajg!hqegba; I perused Gb's not insubstantial book collection; and I listened - with increasing admiration - to a part-time postgrad afflicted with "night-terrors" tell me how to get hardship funding and such like.