The Guardian – the rag of choice for middle-class tree-huggers and women who wear clogs and title themselves ‘Ms’, is running a piece today about a girl who, despite having just three GCSEs [I hate to think what these were in], got to go to university. Oh, and that’s one B and two Cs in case you were wondering.
My first observation would be that with GCSEs being as ‘tough’ as they are these days; this really isn’t a very good result: I mean surely, one can just turn up for the exam and get good marks these days? What did she do; spell her name wrong; turn up on the wrong day [both] – what!?
Yet, thanks to our government’s plan; to send any numpty to university, she got in [to Salford] after learning about something called The Aimhigher Scheme. A programme obviously designed with people like her in mind then. “I realised that anyone can go to university – no matter what their background. I’ve proved that anyone can go if they really want to.” Yep, you’re certainly right there – numpties included.
So, what’s she ‘studying’ [I bet you can already guess that it’s not Particle Physics]: a two-year foundation ‘degree’ in ‘Sport and Leisure Management’ that’s what … um, actually she’s ‘studying’ women’s football it seems. Brilliant, as we all know, there’s a big demand for degree-qualified women’s football specialists out there! Reminds me of a line from Clarkson’s article in yesterday’s Times: “a degree in environmental poetry from a fair-trade, organic peace-workshop in Hackney.” Give me strength.
Let’s face facts here – what’ll this ‘degree’ be worth when, and if, she finishes it? I mean it certainly won’t be worth the paper it’s written on! So, is it fair to raise someone’s expectations; which someone surely has in this case; that having a degree will somehow raise a person’s income-potential, or otherwise ‘better’ their life? And what will she feel when she finishes; and finds herself filling shelves at Tesco – albeit two years junior to her old school chums? Well, I doubt with three GCSEs and a ‘degree’ in women’s football that she will feel anything much – except wishing she wasn’t in debt.
Still, good luck to her – it’s better than most girls with one B and two Cs. From my observation their normal plan is to go on to get one A, one B and one C
A) get themselves up-the-duff, B) shack up with a plumber’s mate called ‘Dean’ [who gels his hair], and C), to: live off state benefits for the rest of their lives.
Ξ June 27th, 2008 | → 0 Comments | ∇ lol |
I couldn’t help noticing the similarity between Ray Ozzie and Exeter from the planet Metaluna? Could they be [I think they are] one-in-the-same …
Take those glasses off Ray!
I THINK it’s today – so, good luck billg.
Microsoft’s website has a video on it today regarding Bill’s future- ok, so it’s more than a bit cheesy, but enjoyable all the same.
It’s on another page on peetm.com, but as I’ve been asked where it was lately, I’ll just link to it here.
Ξ June 17th, 2008 | → 1 Comments | ∇ Rant |
Not being able to find the remote, I watched the football last night – well, most of it [I found it eventually]. It was Germany vs. Austria – nicely charged that I would have thought.
Anyway, a couple of observations.
1. During the intros, and having watched Michael Schumacher romp to victory for far too long, I thought the German national anthem had been cut short … I mean what happened to that nice foot-tapping bit at the end – I was looking forward to that! Ah. I’m just so used to hearing the German and Italian anthems as the first and second movement of the same thing I guess.
2. I was [very] childishly amused by the player called ‘Fritz’. It’s some poor German sod’s real name – haha!!? But, maybe there should have been more – amusing names that is: “Fritz passes to Hans. A long ball to Crowt now. Back to Hans, a long ball to Knees. and a short pass to Whoopsadaisy” [Voopsadaisy?] Or “Macho, Gomez, Fuchs, Klose to Ballacks” [and yes, they were all playing last night - honest]
But seriously …
It was nice to see players on each side who shared the same passport-issuer for once – as in each national team were presumably fielding the best of their home grown players. I mean in the footie here [and everywhere now I guess] we’ve got sides that are named after towns/cities and yet contain nary a single player who’s natively from the same neck of the woods [or country even!]
What’s the point in supporting a team that imports all its players? I mean surely, in the good old days, one supported the local team because the players were, um, locals for goodness sake – one could identify with them [you’d also most likely find one of them mending your car - or building a house, or working a lathe, or serving in a shop i.e., they were local working-men who had made good].
And that’s the way it should be, shouldn’t it – realistic role-models for our home grown youth of today? Oh, and back then they were also gentlemen – who played the game fairly.
What have we got now then? Glad you asked – I’ll tell you:
A bunch of namby-pamby imports, that have silly haircuts, wear gloves and/or scarves when it’s cold [bless 'em], drive a Ferrari to/from ‘work’, can’t speak-a-da-lingo [even if they were born here], have no loyalty to ‘their’ fans or to ‘their’ town/city, and who, if anyone so much as touches them, will throw themselves to the ground holding on to their faces [like they’re afraid they’ll fall off]. What kind of role-model do these people afford?
Of course, if one of them does happen to score a goal, he’ll pull off his shirt, [optional: do a back-flip/cartwheel/knee-slide/robotic-dance] make a few ‘ave-some-of-that like gestures to the crowd, and get cuddled and/or kissed to death in some ritualistic group-orgy with his teammates.
What a pile of crap modern football is [it's not sport, it's just big-business now], and what a failure it has become regarding a once positive spectacle for any youngster to enjoy.
You know football is the most followed sport in the UK – and can’t you tell it must be so; just by walking down any High Street these days!
After listening to Feynman’s lectures on Physics for so many years, I finally, today, remembered to look up where Tycho Brahe lived … in one of his lectures Feynman says something like, in the context of Brahe; “he lived on an Island, whose name was very good, but I can’t remember it now“.
Well, the Island’s name is Hven [was Feynman thinking Heaven - I think so], and I’m determined to go there.
However, I was also determined to go and see Checkpoint Charlie, but didn’t, and I was also determined to go to Hong Kong before it was handed back to the Chinese – but didn’t. So, I’ll maybe go to Hven one of these days – for sure!
