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Friday, 14 March 2008

Dyslexics of the World Untie


No-one can be this dyslexic, surely?


So, the latest winner is a report out today which claims that 55 per cent of all schoolkids who fuck up their exams in primary school are suffering from undiagnosed dyslexia.

Wish they had invented dyslexia when I was a kid. Ok, it might not have been useful to me in my early years but after I went to Big School it sure would have come in handy when I fucked up my A-Levels. "Not my fault, sir. I'm dyslexic!"

No, we weren't allowed the excuse of being dyslexic when I was a kid. Children who, given a set of Naperian Logarithms, used to just make a paper hat out of them and then spend the rest of the test whistling the tune to Thunderbirds while trying to stuff a pencil up their nose were diagnosed differently.................they were said, purely and simply, to be thick!

I used to sit next to a lad in class who was a classic example of those afflicted by this seemingly forgotten condition. Greg, his name was. Greg was thick enough to fart gravel. The fact that he never did any work didn't help his situation. Also, his best pal at school was nicknamed Brick (as in "thick as a ..") and so he was never going to be much advanced by pressure from his peers.

Whereas most of us sat exams to judge how far we had advanced, Greg was just stood
alongside one of those evolution charts depicting a monkey at one end, Homo Erectus in the middle and a modern man at the other. I think when he left he had just passed the halfway mark.

Lord knows what he is doing now. I would hope he has managed to grasp the rudimentary use of cutlery. He may even be able to tie his own tie. Doubtless he is, consequently, working for the Government somewhere.

Where is all this leading? Oh yes, I remember now. It's that old "no-one's to blame for anything" syndrome again. Everyone has some sort of condition or ailment which accounts for their fuckwitedness or anti-social behaviour. Nothing is ever just down to them. Likewise academically, no-one is allowed to just be "thick" anymore.

I know dyslexia is a real condition. I know how much it can hamper the education and personal development of a person - God knows, I used to work for an outfit which specialised in helping dyslexics get their affliction identified and then provided them with help to cope with/overcome it. To suggest, however, that more than half of failing kids are dyslexic is a tad silly. That makes dyslexia the norm!

Bollocks to it. I'm too tired to round this off logically or sensibly. I've already sent the blameless society to Grantham so repetition will have to go as well.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Two Dislexics working in a kitchen.

The first say's "Can you smell Gas?"

The second replies "I cant even smell my own name!!"

Anonymous said...

Anybody who thinks that there's no such thing as a thick kid should spend half an hour in our local shopping centre on any day of the week. I stood outside Gregg's and I could easily have hit twelve of the little buggers with a well aimed prawn and tomato sandwich. What's more, none of them would have noticed.

I have a solution to this problem, though. Deport all of our thickest youths to Australia. Both countries will then benefit from an instant increase in average IQ.

BGT

Gin said...

Your comments are sometimes as entertaining as your blog Reg!

I think you picked the perfect photos to depict "dyslexia" and "thick". Especially the first one!

We have a problem with "thick" here in the US too! It seems it's a spreading disease...very contagious and prevalent!

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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!!).

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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
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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".