W.S.P

thaankk goodd it's friii-iidaayy, woo! It's sunny, it's Friday, things are sweet. I've bitten the inside of my lip, but other than that, things are good.

Went to the beer festival yesterday evening. Very disappointed by the size of the cheese queue... had to remain unexplored...partook of grapefruit, peach, and lavender honey ales, all very civilized.

Dad went to Southampton today for work, no point in him driving back in order to take us to Dorset, so me and Simon and mum will allee to Dorset on Saturday in Henry, Simon's faithful Peugeot (it is a Peugeot isn't it?). Here I plan on making another trip to WellWorth's, to see if it's shut down yet, and to look for the put-upon Joy, who's displays are always ruined. I shall also peruse the charity shops and amble around Poundbury, perhaps visiting the Poet Laureate for a cheeky half...

I've just witnessed the daily spectacle of the kids arriving for their exams, they turn up anything up to an hour late, and Marie and I marvel at the amount that the examiners walk in and out in and out with coffee, one of them takes The Times, and even goes 'have you got the times yet?' to us, then he reads it in the exam room and fills in all the sudoku!! Probably the kids are just openly sharing answers throughout! Not how I remember exams!! Another phenomenon here is that there are websites now that will write an essay for you to a specific question brief, so the teachers here tell me that they receive these essays that they know aren't written by that student, but there's nothing that they can do about it, cause you can't prove that it is plagiarised, it is original technically. I can't stand all of this stuff! Imagine how degrading it is to those students who actually write an essay, and are interested in the subject. It makes no sense to me either, you don't have to do A-levels, lots of the most successful people get there by leaving at 16 and working, it must be so boring to do a subject that you have so little interest in that you literally can't bear to write an essay, or to read around it or research it...

I always secretly liked the excitement of exams, I liked the kind of gambling aspect of whether the good questions would (he's just taking the Times now!) come up, then quickly jotting down everything you could think of, like pouring your knowledge out of your brain, where it was stored just at the front having crammed it in for the exam. It was always shit when you got a bad question though. Usually in maths. I remember that in Latin I hadn't bothered doing the coursework so I got entered for the Latin history exam, I was the only one who did it and I had to sit in the sports hall on my own for what seemed about 2 hours while Miss Cleavy waited for it to be faxed through so I could do it! I still remember seeing this phrase 'sub ione', for the first time ever on my word list just before i walked in and it being the first word i had to translate (open air-it means).

Chloe said she couldn't read my blog cause the writing was to small, I made it bigger but it looked a bit shit, does everyone want the writing bigger?

anyway, this is well boring. I'm going to go away and read BBC history magazine about the Knights Templar, then come back later.

Well, I just emailed my local councillors to ask them if they were going to put some traffic calming into Queen Edith's way and Chinton Road, the only roads in the world untouched by any form of speed monitoring and housing about 10million children from Netherhall, Queen Edith's and the school in the park, to stop the boy racers driving like cocks down them ALL the time. It is something that really annoys me so I figured, vote on that. Actually, Labour have got shit policies, their #1 seemed to be to save the grass verges in front of the houses, I mean come on, who gives a shit! Talk about set yourself an easy challenge! Where's the meat? Where are the real problems? There are problems and no one wants to address them, it's just posh twats going "waa waa waa my grassyverrrggeee! ssomeone parked on my grassy verrrgge, i should be allowed to smash their car up with a hammer, they left a tyyyree deeennt wwaaaaa"...it's so American, it's all about private property preservation, I hate that stuff so so much. Talk about politics for the privileged.

But you know, this speeding stuff does really bother me, it's the biggest killer of children, I mean how ridiculous is that? an avoidable killer? Children used to die like flies from disease in Britain, and still do all over the world, we just kill them cause we can't be arsed not to. Car drivers act like it's their right to drive, and their right to drive fast, it's not a right, it's a priviledge, I'm an advocate of speed cameras, a car is for getting you from A to B and if you don't want to be encouraged to do that safely, for the sake of 5 or 10 extra minutes then you're a fucking idiot and you should have your license taken off you anyway.

So there you have it. I think I should be a politician. I can't be arsed though. I think I'd be good, I can trick almost everyone into getting on with me, isn't that the first characteristic? Plus, I do really care about stuff, I'd stay up all night for these things, arguing. Maybe i will do it. Bring back the SWP in Wakey.Or just 'Wakefield for Socialism' WFS...I like that....sounds preety good...

noo Wakefield Unite for Socialism, W.U.S. hmm sounds like wuss... WSU wakefield socialists unite...bit too communist for the man in the street? WSP Wakefield Socialists Party. that'll do.

Anyway, i think i may have bored you enough today?

Sorry about that...

Have a lovely Bank Holiday y'all.

Here's a picture to keep you happy: