Saturday, November 24, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Thursday, May 03, 2007
There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and they rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far; They are strong and brave and true; But they're always tired of the things that are, And they want the strange and new. They say: "Could I find my proper groove, What a deep mark I would make!" So they chop and change, and each fresh move Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs With a brilliant, fitful pace, It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance; He has just done things by half. Life's been a jolly good joke on him, And now is the time to laugh. Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost; He was never meant to win; He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone; He's a man who won't fit in.
Robert W. Service
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Mr Blair said the "one big difference" in his thinking today was that he now recognised that measures such as Sure Start and the New Deal could not "cure" crime and bad behaviour.
Then, he said, he believed "the rising tide would lift all ships, including those families in a hopeless and often helpless situation, bringing up feckless and irresponsible children".
(from today's Yahoo news)
Actually I'm not sure I can even be bothered to comment on this naive and pathetic statement from the man whose mission for ten years has been to wow 'communities' (whatever they are) with a good strong dose of ASBO and a touch of SureStart on the side.
But what the fuck are 'feckless and irresponsible children'? Sounds like Euan Blair for one thing. Except middle-class children from privileged educational backgrounds aren't expected to be 'responsible' until after they graduate. 'Feckless and irresponsible' is what children are, Tony. Ask your au-pair! Why are we expecting children to be any more than that, and in particular children from the kinds of backgrounds and areas where ASBOs are being doled out like sweeties.
It must be difficult for many of the families in such situations, with such children to look after. But not because their children are 'feckless'! Because their situations are 'hopeless and often helpless', because they live in demeaning poverty! What the hell has the Labour Government done about that?
Outside Number 10 on the day after his victory, the PM said that 'respect' would play a big part in his third term agenda.
He said he wanted to bring back:
"A proper sense of respect in our schools, in our communities, in our towns and our villages." (downing street official biography)
Our local has to change its name. A chain of wine-bars has copyrighted the fabulous name 'eclipse' and is opening some kind of ghastly Yates-Wine-Lodge substitute down the road in Islington (where else? It wouldn't happen in Hackney) The land-lords, Steve and Joyce, have done all they can but they can't really afford a law-suit. So they're hunting for a new title. The Elipse is popular, Steve likes The Two Halves (oblique reference to eclipse apparently). My house are rooting for The Apocalypse.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Saturday, March 31, 2007
And so the holidays have started. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to have achieved this year but it was awfully jolly. I seem to remember a good resolution to stop drinking when I got to university, but who cares? at least I'm not doing it at the George anymore.
Today, at least, I'm making some kind of study schedule. I'm going to work hard for the next six weeks and stop going out until I have some money and I'm completely familiar with everything Shakespeare ever wrote.
Things I have learned this year:
- It's not going to the pub every night that makes you depressed, it's going to the George.
- Education is over-priced and under-resourced (especially the French Department).
- You can't write an essay without a lot of coffee, mature cheddar in chunks, and for optimum performance, cold frankfurters out of the fridge.
- A cigarette every 200 words and a pint every 1000 structures your essay best.
- Eighteen-year-old are just like us, except they don't remember the hurricane, they know who the Zutons are, they still love Queen and they think 37p for a pack of chewing gum is reasonable.
- When you're stuck for something to write, try rabid polemic- if possible connect it back to your own life.
- Teachers are just like us, often even the same age, but they get worried when you say 'Shakespeare' and 'bollocks' in the same sentence, even in the pub.
- Don't cycle to school in a mini-skirt.
- Try to avoid Sundays of Shame, especially with your kid sister, your boyfriend and Ritchie Chambers.
- There is no connection whatsoever between what is said in lectures, what is discussed in seminars, what you write in your essay and what the answers are in the exam. Oh, and the text itself. And all academics works are written by academics in much the same way that you write an essay- drunken deadline panic, three hours left, think I'll cut myself a hunk of cheese from the fridge, damn, I have to write something.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
'Storms and gusts of 99mph sweep across UK causing several deaths and damage to Lord's cricket ground.'Thanks for putting it into perspective, Yahoo. Its not that I don't take monsoon weather and hurricane winds caused by global warming seriously, its that I can't stand this bloody blitz spirit induced by the media everytime anything goes remotely wrong in mainland Britain. Immediately every radio report and newspaper goes into panic mode, completely ignoring all world events and focusing on interviewing mad people who have found themselves delayed at Kings Cross and have therefore decided to bulk-buy bread, toilet paper and bottled water. Just bloody walk home to Swiss Cottage, folks. It'll take five hours but it might just blow your mind. Think of Thoreau.