The Day I Knew Fuck All About History
Added at 6:50am and filed under awesome, bits
There are kids on the train next to me. A history exam must be looming, for they’re both getting their knickers in a twist about WWII and European allies and … and some other things I don’t quite understand (I think one of them mentioned a canal). It’s kind of cute though; the nerdesque questioner is (rather smugly, actually) prodding and supporting his decidedly better-looking mate who, by the looks of things, is more concerned about tweaking his hair just so than revising.
Which is fair enough.
It’s hard not to lean over. It’s hard not to say hey, this exam today? IT IS NOT IMPORTANT. I know you think it’s important but I promise … it’s really not. I dropped History when I was 13 and it never did me any harm. Okay, so I’m not so hot when it comes to the yellow questions on Trivial Pursuit, but I still manage to earn £40+k a year without needing to know fuck all about the Suez Canal.
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The Day With Nobody There
Added at 7:45am and filed under Site Stuff, bits
Just as I fold myself back into a regular blogging routine, I experience my lowest number of daily visitors for a number of years. Possibly ever. Possibly THE LOWEST IN THE ENTIRE HISTORY OF THE INTERNET.
Starting to think you guys prefer me when I shut-up. Heh.
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The Day With The Headfuck
Added at 6:28pm and filed under Not impressed, bits
Found on a names-are-concealed-to-protect-the-stupid school blog:
… and from now on, all newsletters will be added to [this] blog. If you require a paper copy please let me know.
Um, if I’m reading your blog, I won’t need a paper copy, thanks. And if I’m not reading your blog, I don’t KNOW that I have to ask to get a hard copy of your oh-so-interesting newsletter. That officially makes this, without doubt, one of the stupidest headfucks of a sentence I have ever had the misfortune to read.
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The Day with the Crap Day (6)
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