Gramsci managed to come up with one or two names, but many more who'd moved to other things, from bean counting to directing the bean counting director. And, of course, transmogrifying technophobes into innovative teachers. Which was where the whole question had arisen.
Having been bull-ied into ordering the Angry Beef, Carnivorous Cow was engaged in an interesting discussion with some of the people whose labours have led to your being able to read these words on this blog... when the confession came. "I'm an archaeologist..."
It was a bit like an AA moment, the Cow thought. Luckily no one else stood up and followed suit, despite similar disciplinary brandings, releasing the Cow from any pressure either to confess ("I'm Carnivorous Cow and I'm a disciplinary vagrant...") or to confess ("I'm Carnivorous Cow and I was... <ulp!> married... to - no, sorry this is too hard [cue tears, shaking, hoarse voice] I was [whisper] married... to.. an archaeologist....") . She grabbed her glass and gulped a large mouthful of Tiger gratefully.
Though she did rather wonder what they put in the departmental entry in the prospectus. "Career options for archaeologists are many and varied. You could become a research administration director, a fundraising director, a dean, a finance manager, an educational technologist, a botanist, or a deputy vice-chancellor, among many other options. Oh, and if you're really lacking in imagination, you could even become an archaeologist..."