9 Sept 2017

And Then It’s Our Fault...

Wot would that be then? Why Irma and company of course. It seems, according to some media outlets here, that it’s all our fault as we’re just not doing enough to prevent that pesky Co2 escaping, running south west** and helping to form hurricanes. I was going to type, ‘you couldn’t make it up’ but you obviously can.

**Capitalise compass points? I done did a Google and a search but got, like, totally confused. As you do with English grimmer.

Interestingly, along the same lines, I see that one of our leading universities is considering letting students type exam answers as their handwriting is deteriorating at such a pace and it’s becoming increasingly hard to read and thus hard to mark their papers. No problem if they want to be doctors I guess.

Please remind me wot kids are supposed to be  taught in school prior to heading off to work or university. Rithmatic, reading and righting, right? But it would seem Cambridge University is admitting that, for quite some time now, they’ve been accepting students who can’t even write legibly. Wot’s that all about then? Don’t they have to write anything before getting into university?

If, for other reasons not yet fully understood, they feel these kids should be granted entry to those hallowed halls, why not just tell ‘em, first rattle out o’ the box, that if any written work or exam answers can’t be read {red}, then that’ll be considered an automatic fail. Start drumming that into kids heads and hands from an early age in fact. It would seem the university has surrendered to the snowflakes without so much as a retaliatory word; neither spoken nor txtd. The age of the machine must truly be with us.

I wait with breath well baited to read an early example of a typed exam answer. It’s going to be, like, so totally, like, awesome.

Okay, here’s our anthem again and, compared to wot’s going on out here, it’s looking saner by the day.

Quote;  Fennel Hudson.

“How is your handwriting?” I ask. “Do you write in pencil or pen?” They stare back at me with squinting eyes and a look that needs no words. “Get with it granddad.”

             Earl Wilson,

“You may not be able to read a doctor's handwriting and prescription, but you'll notice his bills are neatly typewritten.”

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