I went to a philosophy festival with a name that's too pretentious for this headline
... and met someone who claimed to be psychic
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Last weekend, I ditched EGX to go to a horrifically middle class philosophy festival. I always feel like I'm about to collapse into a sentient heap of pretension whenever I talk about philosophy, so maybe running through my highlights of How The Light Gets In isn't the greatest idea - but here we are. Don't worry, I'll ease you in with some chat about telepathic mice.
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