I'm a bad influence on people.
The excellent and previously innocent ancient history author Vicky Alvear Shecter, inspired by my last post, has collected some lovely pictures of drunk, vomiting Greeks on ancient pottery.
So in the last week we've had slavery from Geoff. Pederasty from me. And excessive partying from Vicky. I shudder to think what next. Between us we've pretty much proven that the ancients could hang out like any modern Hollywood star.