I owe an apology to dear old Dave, who has been feeling poorly of late, and this morning I jokingly accused him of tetchiness - being grumpy for no reason. I had no idea that he had already read the latest load of bollocks from Boris in the Torygraph.
I have now read said article, and no, I am not tetchy, I am furious to the point of Pithery.
Please join me in posting on Boris's blog and tell him what a complete arse he is.
Here is my contribution:
Welcome back Boris, and thanks for a return to the usual standards of drivel. How my heart leaps with delight to read your words and then dash out for a quick vomit.
"But the final judge of the value of a degree is the market".
Yes, indeed, let's make sure that our children are marketable, and applaud the universities churning out faculty loads of greedy, vacuous, inarticulate, selfish and self absorbed marketeers, accountants, public relations consultants and telesales executives, with their ipods, iphones, blackberries and designer labels, with not a care for the demise of the world through the efforts of their newly sucked-up-to employers. God save Mrs T, for it is she who taught us that only those things that can be sold are worthy of praise.
And of course there is a place for those who care for others - once they have paid back their loans, got a job, a crippling mortgage and invested enough in a pension fund so that they are not condemned to the workhouse when they retire. They should be fit and able to volunteer when they are 75.
18 comments:
If the final judge of the value of a degree is the market, then I wonder how young Boris rates his own?
Does selling insurance call for a thorough grounding in the Peloponnesian war? Would a Kwik Fit fitter fit quicker if he or she quoted extracts from the Iliad and Odyssey while loosening the wheelnuts? Is it essential for those smarmy, lying, Carol Vorderman-types who try to flog you a loan for life to ask "Are you worried about debt or, as Plato said, quoting Sophocles on the subject of love, 'To my great delight I have escaped from it, and feel as if I had escaped from a frantic and savage master.'"?
Learning classics at Balliol, by Johnson's own logic, is about as much use in the job market as a spare prick is at a virgin's wedding.
I thought the purpose of education, particularly of a degree, was to teach you to think, not just to groom you for a designated slot as a work drone. Evidently, Johnson's education failed to teach him to think at all so, bearing in mind he would have recieved a grant and his course fees from the state (as I did and as we all should in an advanced society), can we have our money back?
Reg. I love you.
Go on, post that at Boris's blog. Go on.
Apology accepted.
I think the delightful reg and you, dear sweet vicus, are in need of a huge hug this morning
but then, I am only a slightly vacant blonde in need of an interesting occupation
(at least neither of you live in London)(I meant that from the point of view of you not needing to worry about what happens when Boris becomes our new mayor, not from that of either of you needing to worry about me coming over for a cuddle)
Boris for PM!
ILTV. Indeed. Start the hugs with Reg, but go easy on his leg.
John. I think that a post mortem is slightly premature. His brain may be dead but the body still moves. You can make the first cut, though.
Oops! My computer skills are so appalling that, not only did I post my views on Johnson's blog, I ended up posting the same thing three times!! Kinda weakens my argument about the value of teaching people to think.
I can't see your post there, Reg. It is not you that is at fault for duplicate posting, most of the posts there are duplicated. Boris has a market-force IT graduate with 26 grade A A-levels and a masters degree from Much Binding in the Marsh University running his server and software.
Lordy, lordy Christ's Kittens!! It's worse than I thought. Not only has the comment been duplicated, one of them bears a name known only to you and - no wonder you couldn't find them - all have appeared under the previous post about Bike Theft!! I think this fuckwittedness entitles me to an IT A******. ('Scuse me for a while, I'm going to hacksaw off my other leg.
Yes, Reg, you have convinced me. You are a total arsewit.
you are so fickle vicus I thought you loved reg?
mind you, at this rate there'll be no body left to love or hug
Of course I love Reg, ardently and often. But sometimes one has to be firm so that people learn.
I'm fillin' up 'ere!
You've gone off too quickly Vicus - Boris seems to be agreeing with you.
DAYUM, granny! pitherage indeed!
high pitherage! pitherage without peer!
I love you.
Boris Bloody Yeltsin won't let Canucks comment. I tried five times.
I even complimented him on his performance in a documentary that ridiculed Americans.
Hrrrumph!
So it's Good-bloody-bye Mr Chips!
HE - you will find 5 copies of your comments on Boris's log - there is something wrong with his server. Lots of the comments are repeated. Help the thick Tory twats understand them better, I suppose.
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