Okay, so it seems like I’m not going to have enough time to post on here anymore — and in any case, I feel like I’ve rather lost the drive to do so. I suspect this is the end of my posting on here, but I’ll probably leave the blog up for the sake of posterity.
It’s been fun and I’ve learned a fair amount on here, but now I have new and bigger sources of learning. Goodnight, and good luck!
So, all my stuff is packed up, I’ve said goodbye to most of the people who are still in London, and I’m slowly coming to the realisation that not only am I really leaving home, leaving London, but that I’m going to Oxford university.
Well, hopefully I am, because our car won’t start. Come on BMW, what kind of timing do you call this?
"We are living here and now, not in some imaginary universe. And here and now there are tyrannical organisations – big corporations. They are the closest thing to a totalitarian institution. They are, to all intents and purposes, quite unaccountable to the general public or society as a whole. They behave like predators, preying on other smaller companies. People have only one means of defending themselves and that is the state. Nor is it a very effective shield because it is often closely linked to the predators. But there is a far from negligible difference. General Electric is accountable to no one, whereas the state must occasionally explain its actions to the public."
Andrew Mitchell, the newly installed Chief Whip allegedly called one of the police officers at Downing Street a “fucking pleb”. Personally, I think we should be grateful for his bracing honesty; at least he has the balls to say what he and his public schooled cabinet minister friends actually think of the rest of us. I’d just like to add that if I was to call a police officer a “fucking pleb” I would find myself sitting in Westminster police station, without a shadow of a doubt. They should’ve nicked the silly bastard.
Now, I’m sure there are lots of things that I’m going to learn at Oxford university over the next three years, hopefully mostly about history, and probably about the astonishing amount of essentially toxic stuff I can put in my body in the course of a single night, but apparently the one thing I will not be learning is modesty. The first sentence of the Oxford University Student Union’s Freshers’ Guide was:
Congratulations! You’re now a student at one of the greatest universities in the entire world, and in all human history.
No need to blow your own trumpets, guys…
I also (finally) learnt how to tie a bow tie last night, and though I didn’t take pictures, I can’t pretend I didn’t spend half the evening wearing my tux shirt and tying and retying my bow tie…
"In 2011, KFC introduced a 64 oz, $2.99 soft drink – a soft drink so big it needed a bucket handle – and vowed to donate $1 from each Pepsi purchased to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation. Media outlets from Mother Jones to the SF Chronicle and The Atlantic decried the cruel irony of the promotion, listing the progression of soda sizes from the 1950s through to today, underscoring our ballooning caloric intake and skyrocketing obesity rates. But in the end-times era of capitalism, it should no longer come as a surprise that the reigning corpo-political oligarchs present us with combo meal solutions to the very problems they helped create."
"Many of you tell me you’re glad that at a time of real economic uncertainty, we put aside our political differences to provide our country with stable leadership. And many more of you have put cat shit, dog shit, sheep shit and even your own fecal matter through the letter box of my Sheffield home."