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Thursday 23 August 2007

Children of the Damned


Have you ever seen Children of the Damned? No, I don't mean Mark and Carol Thatcher. I mean that superb and chilling 1964 film? I've got it on tape if you want to borrow it.
It's a sort of Nietzscheresque tale about a gaggle of hyper-intelligent youngsters able to communicate merely by telepathy and with incredibly advanced powers of thought control capable of making all bow down before them and obey (it stars Jimmy Clitheroe, The Krankies and Charles Hawtrey as Flange The Merciless......no it doesn't, I made that bit up).
Anyway, it's time to pack up your possessions and flee to the hills because, if our educationalists are to be believed, it appears that THEY are back. This year's O and A-Level results would indicate that we are currently being buoyed up amid a sea of giant teenage intellects at the proverbial feet of which we, with our puny minds, are not worthy of grovelling (how's that for a mixture of metaphors?).
The Government was delighted to report that a healthy 236 per cent of all pupils who sat A and O-Levels passed this time around. Of those, an encouraging 2,347,941 per cent obtained A grades in everything they sat and 5.4 billion per cent of those got at least 18 hexadecimal star As.
The How Many Fingers Am I Holding Up Matriculation Board revealed that maths results were particularly pleasing at O-Level, with all pupils successfully answering the one question on its exam paper, namely "I go out to Wetherspoons with £50, buy 16 Diamond Whites, an Ecstasy tab and a flaming knob cocktail - with my change, how many johnnies can I buy from the machine in the bogs?" Of particular note were the results in Margate where 89 per cent of pupils who took maths at either O or A-Level were awarded Nobel Prizes.
The board's A-Level chemistry paper, which challenged candidates to "EITHER mix up as many things as you can in one of those dick-shaped, glass test tubey things until it goes brown OR point to one of your ears, was passed by all who sat it.
The Hartlepool Technical College Examination Board also revealed that its O-Level set text for English this year, namely Kafka's The Trial, proved no problem to students, all of whom were able to successfully colour it in inside the allotted three hours. In Harpenden alone, 2,356 new Pubescent Poet Laureates were created.
Yes, we have produced a veritable master race and the future looks safe in the hands of our youngsters but I think we have to give credit where it is due and pay thanks to those responsible for this massive evolutionary leap forward. None of this would have happened had it not been for the Thatcher and Blair governments. It was they who had the foresight to force schools to sell off playing fields to raise money to pay for repairs to their roofs. It was they who brought about the charming habit of parents staging raffles and school fetes to raise money to buy basic books and equipment. Thatcher was the one who introduced the magnificent Local Management of Schools which, at last, stopped teachers ruining kids by teaching them and instead turned them into accountants and finance directors.
The virtual abolition of exams and the introduction of continual assessment finally gave children the chance to get their parents and teachers or the internet to do their work for them and so freed them from the odious chore of ever having to commit a fact or process to memory.
It was, as well, a stroke of genius to make the questions easier or to offer multiple choice so that more kids would pass and get better grades. It's the educational equivalent of making murder, rape, robbery and drug dealing legal, thereby slashing the crime rate at a stroke. That's on its way, trust me.
Blair in particular deserves extra praise for making teachers concentrate on what they are in school for in the first place, namely to write up reports, tot up figures and respond to seemingly endless requests from the DfES for charts, tables and graphs.
To think, in my day talents such as becoming a father at the age of 14, doing fuck all work at school, not being able to spell or add up and having a vocabulary which amounted to a series of grunts were actually frowned upon.
Yes, we have come a long way. We have produced generations of hyper-intelligent children in whose hands our future is surely safe. A cursory glance out of your window might disabuse you of this notion but don't worry, it is a fact - the figures prove it. Statistics never lie.
Having said all that, the education of our children, the modern examination system and, in fact, anyone under the age of 25 can fuck off to Grantham!
P.S. There is a prize for the first wanker to point out a literal, spelling mistake or grammatical error in the above. The prize will be a personal visit from me and my alsatian.

2 comments:

garfer said...

Maggie Thatcher = milk snatcher.

There was an American version of Village of the Damned with her off of 'Cheers' in it. It was, predictably, shite.

10 - 5 = 5 = A*

Barry Lawrence said...

Garfer,

I think I've seen the Yank version - Condominium of the Beatifically Challenged? It never really took off over here.
I am having your maths checked and will get back to you when I know whether you're right or not.

WEDNESDAY, 21 NOVEMBER 2007

SHORTS DON'T MATTER! 1. From the greatest programme ever made about association football, Barnstoneworth United FC manager Mr Dainty delivers one of the finest English soliloqiues of all time.......and afterwards, spare a thought for the club steward's wife Vera (YOU ONLY HAVE TO WATCH HALF OF THE CLIP!!).

Monday, 12 November 2007

Not everyone who agonises over their life is a painter. Some of us agonise because we're NOT painters.

....And On the Subject of Great Public Services

I know most of you have heard this marvellous song by those doctors who are the Amateur Transplants......but I think the video is a nice addition. P.S. If there are kids in the room I'd shuffle them out before hitting play.

...There's More

On the subject of those great doctors, here is their version of More Than Words which presents their challenging views on women outside Watford. The very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither, coming from Cumbria, is a huge fan. Again, get those kids out of the room!

Leave Britney Alone, Ok!!!

Oh...........my............God!!!!! My heartfelt thanks go to BGT for this. I won't say much more, I don't need to. Mr Loony of Loonytown, USA (I think it's a bloke, anyway), says it all. I fear he may be wound too tight for.....well.....well for everywhere, really!

Tuesday, 18 September 2007.

I wish I'd sung this! For non-Americans, and with apologies to all the smart arses out there who already knew, the FCC is the Federal Communications Commission and it monitors TV and radio output in the States - a sort of broadcast police - while the EPA is the Yanks' so-called Environmental Protection Agency, a body which does exactly the opposite of what it says on the can. (P.S. We went to the same school, you know? Eric and me, that is, not George, Martha, Dick and Condoleeza and me. I don't think they went to school.) P.P.S. Please see below if you are I Like The View, Malc or Doris.

To Make You Laugh and Cry

I was listening to this on a Sunday, the very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither is a Catholic, Tom Lehrer is one of my all-time heroes and this is one of his best.............no other reasons. On a more sombre note (and with thanks to Fish for coming up with this Woman's-Own-passes-the-time-in-the-dentist's-waiting-room nonsense), why not get a computer to tell you that you are a waste of space and your life is a sham of a mockery of a farce? Ok, it's from one of those poxy dating sites but...go on, take the test. You ain't got much to beat!!
This Is My Life, Rated
Life: 4.2
Mind: 4.1
Body: 2.7
Spirit: 8
Friends/Family: 1.6
Love: 0
Finance: 5.9
Take the Rate My Life Quiz
Apparently, in my case, "computer say 'no!'"

I First Saw This When I Was Little - And Loved It! I Hope That Explains a Few Things

Fuck, Fuckety, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck

It has been pointed out to me that, particularly for one whose profession is supposedly literary, my language is getting worse. My use of the "F" word is, I am told, far too prevalent and hence loses impact. To those who share this view I suggest you watch the following:

Tony Blair Isn't a Burglar - But If He Was.........

In the spirit of Gustav Holst's Jupiter and Manfred Mann's Earth Band, I feel like raising a smile today. The Big Green Thing alerted me to this and, for no other reason than to raise a smile on an otherwise crap Wednesday, I think it has to be shared. Grantham shall not have him - when he gets out of prison.

Life On The Edge - No Net.

I was wrong when I feared it might be a dull weekend, what with my pals being away, my soon-to-be ex-wife in rehab and only the dogs to play with. How wrong can a man be? This much fun must surely be illegal? Just click to see the japes and hoots I am having! Click again to see how things got REALLy exciting! Tomorrow we're going to chase pigeons.

The Good Old U.S. of A. - Guardians of Freedom and Democracy. Nothing to Be Scared of, Then?

Be honest........

IT'S THE QUIZ OF THE WEEK! JUST SCROLL DOWN AND HIT "FULL QUIZ".