You wake up late for conference, man,
You don’t wanna go.
As I suspected, WordPress was only out of sorts until the Party boys had finished having their conference. Why this happened is beyond me. I don’t know and doubt whether there’s any direct access to their meeting in the Central Clubhouse, and I doubt whether those who know the password and the secret handshake actually know what a blog is, or can even switch on a computer without assistance from their grand-children.
Anyway, to celebrate this momentous occasion, here’s a picture of my hypothetical Audi A3 because all the cool cars are pearl black and have two doors. Brrrmm! Brrrmm!
The news from the education front was good(-ish) with the arrival of some of the extra books I ordered, including the selected readings from English lit., which I can give to the PAL classes to spare them the grief of a diet of articles from newspapers and magazines. I haven’t had a good look at the book, but it covers a range of excerpts from Jonathan Swift to P.D. James. I need to try and get things organised so that I can try to get as much of this stuff done as possible. I’d rather not acquire the books and then not use them.
The news of spending cuts in the UK sounds depressing to say the least, although a lot of people will be asking why they have to pay for the incompetence of bankers. If you believe the hysteria, the universities are going to become little more than advanced job training centres for everyone apart from the few wealthy enough to amuse themselves in the humanities. I expect that Ricardo is going to find himself addressing his students as “My lord” or “Your ladyship” or “Jia Baoyu”.
At university, as I’ve said to my little darlings when the matter has arisen, students should be studying the subject of their choice. If it happens to be vocational, that’s a coincidence because I’d hope they’d have an aptitude for and interest in it. Of course, with Chinese students, their parents have quite probably told them what they’re going to be studying. A girl in one class I once taught said that she actually wanted to be a school teacher, but because her parents were in banking, it was expected that she would do the same. Robots are obviously self-replicating.
Meanwhile, the British military are going to have so little in the way of weapons and equipment that the only means they’ll have of deterring some foe is to expose themselves à la Carry on up the Khyber. And if it’s not a deterrent, the other side will be laughing too hard at British weaponry to be any threat at all. Empire, here we come again. Mind you, why does the UK need some vast military machine except to play poodle to the Americans? Of course, the BBC could employ all those soldiers as extras in Dr Who or Torchwood.
Oh, hang on. Wasn’t the licence fee (£145.50; rip-off) going to be frozen for five or six years? No cameo for General Kitchener. “Oh, hell,” said the general. “Panto in Bognor again.”