Well this is a stupid routine I thought up on my walk home.
"Now people say that with the abolition, if you like, of apartheid, segregation is close to being eradicated once and for all. At least, we have nothing like that in Britain.
Now this of course, is complete bullshit as I am sure you know. Take for instance, a cycle path along a country lane. I walk on one to and from my house. Normally into town, I don't just do it for the sake of it. But there is a clear white line running down the path, dividing up walkers and cyclists.
Weirdly, every time I walk on it, I always stick to the walker side, even if there is nobody else around. Other walkers seem to do it too, even if we are fully aware a bike is nowhere near by. It's ridiculous. A line in the road and we stick to it, even though there is no real rule or any reason to stick to it if no cyclists are using it.
Sometimes, when I'm feeling rebellious, I will walk on the cyclists side but I always think for some reason someone will turn up and berate me for my walking on the wrong side. The cycle police if you will.
"Here! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'm just walking home..."
"On the wrong side! That is for walkers, and this is for cyclists. Now sir, you do not appear to have a bike with you."
"What on earth are you on about? Have you met my girlfriend?"
A clever retort, I think you will agree, but sure to get me a slap.
(A mime of being slapped goes here...)
"How dare you, talk about your girlfriend in that way.."
Thus ends the routine.
See what I did there? You thought it was the girlfriend that slapped me but no! And that was what I came up with on my walk...well that and the post above which is a joke I was delighted to come up with...
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Sunday, 15 November 2009
Text Books
Something I have been meaning to post for a while is a thought on text books. We all know them and we all used to loathe them. Some of us still do, but their names have changed from text books to theory books. Some have grown up with a theory book though, which they may grow to loathe over time if they are not as much of a fan of the book as their family. We call these people Christians.
Anyway, what I have been thinking about really, are the text books you received when in your teenage years. Biology, Physics, Chemistry and the most important one for this point, Maths. Now my trouble with the Maths text book is that you used to get given homework like, "Page 74, questions 1 to 6." Doesn't seem pointless until you realise the answers are at the back which is what you check for in every text book as soon as you receive it.
The teacher of course would continue, "Now I know the answers are at the back but I don't want you to cheat. I'll be wanting your working too." Ah shit. Although, not really because as a nation of cheaters, we'd invariably look at the question, look at the answer and try and figure out how the hell it equals that and adjust my working accordingly. Occasionally putting a '?' after the answer I knew to be correct, just to make it look as though I was unsure. Yes, I was a genius child.
But no, the problem I have with text books, and the thing that has been bothering me about them is that someone actually had to write the fucker in the first place. Who the hell writes a text book? How dull do you have to be? Who aspires to write one? Fair enough, if it is Biology then you are at last writing a scientific book of sorts. If it is Maths though, then wow, you are a boring individual. Writing out questions for students, then working them out yourself. "My name is Bob and I write maths text books." Gee, Bob, I bet you're the life and soul of the party.
And who the hells does bob hang out with? Especially when his questions veer away from the mind numbingness of quadratics?
"Hi, I'm Bob."
"Oh hello, my name is Jazuki and this is my friend Nimar. We were just talking about how long it takes us to get to work if we walk 4 miles along a busy road where we are interrupted at 6 intervals for 2 minutes each and our regular speed is 5miles per hour."
"Hmm..."
And so it goes...'Nimar and Jazuki were working out how long it takes them to walk to work.." Who the FUCK does that? And who the hell has the name Jazuki?! Way to be politically correct, Bob.
Yes, Maths was a waste of time but hey! At least I now know how to work out a quadratic equation and I have to say it may well be the MOST useful thing I ever learnt at school. Right up there with knowing all about the Battle of Ypres, just in case I ever plan on invading Belgium. And who the hell would want to do that?
Anyway, what I have been thinking about really, are the text books you received when in your teenage years. Biology, Physics, Chemistry and the most important one for this point, Maths. Now my trouble with the Maths text book is that you used to get given homework like, "Page 74, questions 1 to 6." Doesn't seem pointless until you realise the answers are at the back which is what you check for in every text book as soon as you receive it.
The teacher of course would continue, "Now I know the answers are at the back but I don't want you to cheat. I'll be wanting your working too." Ah shit. Although, not really because as a nation of cheaters, we'd invariably look at the question, look at the answer and try and figure out how the hell it equals that and adjust my working accordingly. Occasionally putting a '?' after the answer I knew to be correct, just to make it look as though I was unsure. Yes, I was a genius child.
But no, the problem I have with text books, and the thing that has been bothering me about them is that someone actually had to write the fucker in the first place. Who the hell writes a text book? How dull do you have to be? Who aspires to write one? Fair enough, if it is Biology then you are at last writing a scientific book of sorts. If it is Maths though, then wow, you are a boring individual. Writing out questions for students, then working them out yourself. "My name is Bob and I write maths text books." Gee, Bob, I bet you're the life and soul of the party.
And who the hells does bob hang out with? Especially when his questions veer away from the mind numbingness of quadratics?
"Hi, I'm Bob."
"Oh hello, my name is Jazuki and this is my friend Nimar. We were just talking about how long it takes us to get to work if we walk 4 miles along a busy road where we are interrupted at 6 intervals for 2 minutes each and our regular speed is 5miles per hour."
"Hmm..."
And so it goes...'Nimar and Jazuki were working out how long it takes them to walk to work.." Who the FUCK does that? And who the hell has the name Jazuki?! Way to be politically correct, Bob.
Yes, Maths was a waste of time but hey! At least I now know how to work out a quadratic equation and I have to say it may well be the MOST useful thing I ever learnt at school. Right up there with knowing all about the Battle of Ypres, just in case I ever plan on invading Belgium. And who the hell would want to do that?
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