"Most of the young men did actually work at one thing or another, I think, though there were always a few playboys among them. I once overheard a conversation between two of them, and so did the poet Harold Monro who was sitting next to me, leaning blindly forward with both hands on his stick.
After a while he asked them quietly, "what do you do?"
"Oh" one of the young men answered airily, "I drink you know, and I fornicate."
"For which firm do you fornicate?" asked Harold Monro."
So, on that note, I may have to find out more about him.